10 things about me.

Everyone on facebook seems to be getting numbers and posting things we may not know about one another.  I think it is pretty cool but won't 'like' a status to get a number because I don't want to get too many - or admittedly... too few.  Slightly vain perhaps, but I am who I am and will never apologize for being me.  With that said I decided to list 10, a good even not too many, not too few number things about me.  We all judge people (don't lie, you know you do) and perhaps if we would take the time to understand them and see where they are coming from we would judge less.

Here goes:

1.  I cuss like a sailor.  Especially when driving around here.  I believe the word fuck gets your point across a whole lot quicker.  And, as a bonus it is so fuckin' versatile.

2.  One of my favorite things is when I am cooking and someone walks in and says "mmmmm what smells so good."  I beam with pride.  

3.   I am extremely passionate in every way.  I try to put my all into everything and love to please people, almost to a fault.  Cooking and writing are my 2 biggest passions.

4.  I don't think my dad died of a massive heart attack.  I think he was murdered.  There was never an autopsy.

5.   I never wanted to be a mom. Even though I was married, the thought of an abortion came to mind when I found out I was pregnant with Jacob.  As I am watching him cook himself breakfast right now, I am so glad it was a quick, passing thought.  <Que the not judging thing here>

6.  About 6 months after Alan and I were together I started having panic attacks.  I suffered with them daily, sometimes multiple times a day. They were awful.  That was about 7 years worth.  I have not had 1 since the day I left.  Not one.  Wow, right?  Especially with what we are going through.  Says a lot.

7.  In my late teens I was quite an accomplished horseback rider.  I wish I'd never stopped.

8.  My kids are not my world.  They are a beautiful part of it, but I don't center everything around them. I used to think you were supposed to...but have realized you actually do them a disservice if you allow them to rule the day and your life.  There is a good balance you can find.

9.   I never knew any of my grandparents and am watching my kids pretty much go through the same thing.  I wish they would all play a bigger part in their lives.

10.  I won't date a democrat.  When I am ready to date again I want a God fearin', gun totin', truck drivin' conservative.  You'll always know where you stand with them.

Dear Emma...

Dear Emma,

I want you to know the moment I found out I was pregnant, I knew you were a girl and I fell immediately in love with you.  There wasn't a doubt in my mind that you, dear child, were going to be the most special person I had ever met.  The night they placed you in my arms, I couldn't put you down nor could I stop staring at you in complete disbelief that I was chosen to be your mom.  I vowed then and there to become a better person so that you could see how beautiful life is.  Because of you, I became closer to God.  I looked at life in a new light, through your eyes.  Often, I would wonder what you would think of me if I decided to do something a certain way.  Would my decision make you proud to call me mom?  Instantly you brought a joy to my heart that I never knew existed.  Perhaps if one day you are a mom you will understand what I mean.  I saw a future of love.  You rescued me, Emma.

As I watched you grow I couldn't believe how amazing you were.  You are the miracle kid that every parent wants.  Your sweet nature, your kindness, your inner and outer beauty.  You choose to see only the good in people.  I hope that when you are an adult you can look back upon your childhood and smile.  I hope life doesn't break you and shatter your outlook.  And I hope you know how loved you are.  I also hope that you know that what happened to you wasn't your fault and that you did nothing wrong.  You know, as an adult when your own heart breaks it is painful, but as a mom when your heart breaks for your child it is a million times worse.

So the night that you whispered in my ear that your stepbrother had been touching you in uncomfortable places my whole world momentarily stopped.  A part of me died when that sweet little voice said those words.  It became my turn to rescue you.  Without a second thought I left my marriage for you Emma.  I walked away from a beautiful home, security and a husband.  Making you feel safe became my number one priority.  I hope someday you can comprehend the strength and courage it took for you to tell me.  You are a very brave girl, Emma Catherine.  I too have shown strength and courage through this but if the truth be told I get it from you.  Yup, you are why I have been able to handle this as I have.  How can I teach you not to be broken if I let it break me?  How can I teach you to hit fear head on if I cower away from it?  How can I teach you to be a decent person in spite of what life hands you and how people treat you if I show weakness?  I can't.  I can't do any of those things if I fall apart.  So I have no choice.  Within you I find my power to continue.  I also rely on my faith.  We are where we are for a reason and I'll be damned if all this was done in vain.  I will make good come from it for us and we will rise up!


You are a lovely person with a soul and spirit that I can only conclude is straight from God himself.  You have impressed every single person who has met you.  Your life can be even better for what we have gone through.

  As I watch you outside right now, playing with the neighborhood kids my heart smiles.  We are survivors, not victims darlin' and we are going to be better people for having gone through this.

In your backpack I found a piece of paper that said 'Please walk with some confidence like you can really handle it'.  When I asked you what that was from you told me you are writing a song and that was the start of it.  Keep writing doll, the world needs to hear what you have to say.

Peace and Love,
Mom

 

Me, me me...it's never about me...anymore.

It's not a surprise to me that I am missing my dad immensely right now.  I mean, I watch my children starve for attention of a male and I am, of course, in our current situation going through hell and just want my dad to look at me and tell me it's going to be okay.

But, since he's been 'gone' for 20 years he can't.  He likely wouldn't say "it's going to be okay" anyway.  He'd be more like "Have a drink and listen to Frank..."  Sinatra, I of course mean.



I do the best I can, but let's face it...I have boobs.  I am a girl and I think like one.  Really the only thing about me that remotely resembles the male species is the set of balls I have.

Huge.

There really isn't a male 'replacement'.  But, there is a mother's love and I suppose when necessary that can be quite close.  Or can it?  I don't know as I am still struggling with that answer.  Like, on our way to Walmart I told Jake he smelled funny...like outside dirty boy kinda funny.  P- eww.  Well, on the way home I noticed a different scent.  Apparently while I was picking out my toothbrush he indulged in the many scents of the Axe that adorned the shelf.  Oh.My.Gosh.  I think I like the dirt smell better.  And then there is the calendar that was sent to him by a co worker of mine, who after I mentioned it was the first thing Jake noticed when he walked into the 'office'... Oh boy, I just don't get the male version of life...  He sure is glad to have that calendar though.  Yes, it's what you are picturing. Blondes, boobs, the whole 9 yards. And no, I have no idea how to explain an erection to him.

Yay me.

So far single parenting has been okay.  We have had a lot of other ... ummm...distractions to keep my mind flowing in a different way.  I think it sucks, what I've been handed to deal with but I have been convinced from the start that I would be equipped to handle it, like a Mama should.  Thanks to some good friends, a plethora of prayer and wine I have done just that until now.

We have a court date coming up that I am not looking forward to.

Nope.  Not whatsoever.  Not at all.  Not even a tad.  And, to add insult to injury..I haven't heard back from the attorney on exactly what it is we have to look forward  not forward to.  I don't know what the process is.  Unfortunately this whole kerfuffle has been that way.

Wicked fuckin' pissah.  Wicked.

Ironically, Chesapeake doesn't suck as much as I used to think it does.   That is kinda interesting to me.  Even here at my age of 40...well, let's face it mentally I am 26 and totally act it,  I learn more and more...

Head high, chin up...boobs out.

The beauty of being on your third divorce is you know what to expect.

You don't feel like a failure.  In fact, when you tried as hard and much as I did you feel quite accomplished.  But, no lie, going through the motions, whether you want the divorce or not just plain sucks.  With each step however, a sense of relief comes your way and you can feel the burden lightening.  I think that having my kids watch me also helps the positive attitude I have managed to keep and the smile plastered on my face.  Cause honestly, with what happened I could've very easily snapped and rightfully so.  A friend said to me "you need to teach them to be survivors, not victims."  I took that one phrase and made it my motto for this whole process.

The few people who do know what happened are quite impressed with how I've handled everything.

  Frankly, I have impressed myself.

That's where faith and prayer come in.  I turned to God instead of wine.  He doesn't give you a hangover.

I've been a single mom before.  In fact, often in jest I would say that it sucks being married but still a single parent.  Seven years worth of that.  Its funny though, I hold no anger, resentment or hurt.  Perhaps that is because I have learned that you absolutely cannot, can't, cannot carry those negative emotions as you move on because you'll never move on.  You'll be stuck in a swirl of hate.  I choose to take what I have learned from the last seven years and apply it to my future in a positive light.

I am sure all of this has happened the way it has for a reason and I will do amazing things with what I have learned.  My whole life, everything I have been through is starting to make sense.  It's kinda sorta crazy.  What should be the absolute darkest days of my life, thus far, are filled with light and hope.  Why?  Because I choose to make them that way.

I'm not bitter, I still believe in love, marriage and soul mates.  I think there is someone out there for everyone to spend the rest of their lives with.

So fellow divorcee's hold your head high, your chin up with a huge grin on that pretty face and stick the ta-ta's out.  Your next ex just might be watching ;)  

My 'screwed up' adult theory

I was thinking.

Yes, I do that sometimes, though often it would appear not.

But I was thinking about our journey, really since Alan and I got together.  Hitched up.  Married and whatnot.  I am pretty sure most couples, especially blended families like us would not have survived as we have and I have to wonder why we are still together.  Now, if I look back at how I lived I surely would  have bolted by now, but I think I stay because so many children are involved...and there are two in particular that I have to look out for.  I don't want my kids thinking marriages are disposable, because they are not.  But when do you say enough is enough and stop living in a miserable cycle?  What about the kids?  I have talked to mine about it.  I am brutally honest probably to a fault sometimes but I want their opinion.  They know Alan and I struggle. I worry about them though and how they would handle it.  After Alan lost his job and we had to move back, tail between our legs, to Chesapeake I heard about a gazillion times "don't worry kids are resilient."  Really, like everyone said that. I disagree to an extent.  What I mean is this:  if kids are so resilient why are there so many fubar adults walking around...and they tend to blame their childhood?  So, my theory is kids are not resilient.  What they are, what we were, is able to adapt to the situation as an immediate action only to have it come out later in life.

So my question I ask again is this:  If kids are so resilient why are there so many screwed up adults walking around?  Some take meds for it, some act out to their loved ones, some just drink or turn to drugs to mask all the pain from their "resilience" they never faced as a child.

Have I got you thinking?  Does it make sense?  I am always saying "someday when my kids are in their late twenties they'll be in therapy talking about this."  I say it in jest, but there is always truth in jest.

Yup, pretty sure the whole "Kids are resilient" thing is a crock of shit.  But there is hope, in my opinion.  You can teach them to handle these things that come at you a certain way.  You can teach them positivity in the darkest situations.  And you can teach them how to turn sucky crap that is slung at them from outside sources into an opportunity to better themselves and the world.  And it all starts when they are too little to understand any of it. You are teaching even when you don't realize it.  Mind yourself, they are the ones who will choose whether you get an in law suite or a nursing home.

BACON MEET WHOOPIE PIE!

Why have I never thought of this brilliant idea before?

Bacon & Chocolate really can make things better.

  Yessah, wicked good.

After I did the video I even shared the rest of it with the kids.  "AWESOME!" and "mmmmmmmmmmm"  were their reactions.  

"What do you 'do' mom?"

My 10 y/o ADHD son who keeps me well past being on my toes asked me this morning "what do you do for a job, mom?"  He then chimed in with.."besides Arbonne."

That got me thinking...

What do I do?  I don't get paid for my daily duties.  I have no 401K, health insurance or paid vaca's and holidays.  If I am sick, tough crap no time off.  There are no fabulous benefits.

What do I do?

All frigging day every frigging day I pick up after everyone, repeat myself constantly and cook.  That's all I do.  Let me list it like this:

• Feet hit floor at about 5:30 a.m. make coffee, get husband off to work
• Get kids up - do morning routine of breakfast, dressed (argue with 8 y/o daughter about daisy dukes not being appropriate), teeth & face, book bags in check because the 18 times I asked the night before weren't enough  
• Kids on bus.  Feed & water chickens (currently 20 of them) check on gardens
• Return inside to find every friggin' light in the house on, breakfast dishes still on table because the 2 times they were told to put dishes in sink clearly wasn't enough.  Go on search for where I left coffee cup, take to microwave to heat up for the 3rd time.  
• Clean kitchen
• Start laundry...oh, but if only it were that simple.  First you must go through house searching for all the dirty laundry which seems to jump out of hampers and onto floors.  Normally landing right in front of hamper.  Bathroom floors are another place dirty laundry likes to hang out.  
• Check fb and email.  Place any arbonne orders for clients.  
• Vacuum  house which takes at least 20 minutes if not longer.  Especially when you are ADD and as you're vacuuming you notice other stuff that needs to be done.  
• Exercise so you can try to achieve the body of a 25 y/o as you approach 40 then come in and eat oreo's
• ...continuing with laundry...
• Some days this is when you get to go out on a field trip all by yourself!  You go to the grocery store.  How exciting.  You float down the aisles enjoying not having your kids and pitying the moms that do - upon returning home you get angry that you are the only one who has to lug the groceries in but everyone friggin' eats them.  
• Scrub bathrooms, we have 3.  You notice your husband must've cut his hair.  How?  The hair all over the flippin' bathroom is how you know.  I especially like it when it gets all over my skincare bottles.  
• Beds?  Screw that.  We'll just mess them up tonight so why make them?
• Oh yay!  More picking up after everyone and the washing machine is giving you the death signal on it's digital display.  Thank God for google and this happening to others, so now you can add washing machine repair person to your resume
• Work on book I am writing.  Some days it lasts 5 minutes some days 2 hours, really depends on what is going on in my current life - don't want to drag it into the book.
• Cut grass
• Iron (<--- that's a joke I suck at ironing)
• Time for the little darlings to arrive off the bus.  Mental preparation begins
• snack, homework, start dinner
• check on chickens again 
• eat, showers, bedtime

Next morning rise and repeat.  There is a ton I left out but you get the gist.  I didn't see sit on couch, watch soaps and eat bon bons all day.  Damn, I thought that is what stay at home moms did?
I have done all this while working a full time job when the kids were smaller.  It ain't easy, so kudos to the mama's who do.  Actually, looking back I guess it was easier in a way because there was no putting stuff off like I can now.  You are screwed if you don't stick to a schedule.  I was 15 lbs thinner and rarely had a moments peace.  Hmmm...15 lbs thinner....maybe I should switch back to this lifestyle?  Of course, spare time was nil.  My work got the best of me, not my family.  

By the time I get everyone settled and can finally sit down to watch 'Weeds' (my latest obsession) I usually fall asleep in the first 15 minutes and wake up and start it over and repeat this process about 3 times before I make my way upstairs to the bed I find terribly uncomfortable.  Part of that might be simply because it is the bed my husband had with his ex wife.  It's not a priority for him, so we don't get a new one.  That's alright, someday soon.. anyway, I am glad for Netflix.  Fall asleep all you want, just hit rewind.

So, darling Jacob, what do I do?  Oh, not much.  I am just a mom.