Once upon a time there was a little girl who knew she was different. Nobody told her how or why, but she knew. She never knew the right thing to say, or the right time to say it. She was awkward and shy. She wanted to be "normal", but didn't know how. She longed to fit in, to be one of the group.
That was me.
Then I grew up and made friends that accepted me even though I was different. Some of them were different too. We enjoyed being different together. I learned to love myself. I learned to embrace the things that made me special. I used the things I was good at to make up for the things I wasn't.
I met a guy, he's pretty cute, and fell hopelessly in love. He thought I was pretty cool too (even if I couldn't remember where I parked my car). We got married and had a couple or three kids. One of the kids is different like me.
I set out looking for answers for my daughter. The answers I never had as a child. The reason why she was different and what could be done to help. I learned that we have ADD. I read every book I could get my hands on and used that information to help my daughter.
I found out that I wasn't alone. There were other parents facing the same problems, and some of them had some pretty creative ways to help their kids. I also learned that there is a lot that needs to be accepted about this disorder. I learned that a lot of people are negative because they don't understand.
I started blogging to share my experiences. Some really crazy stuff happens around here. I thought I could make people laugh. I hoped that after they were done laughing, they would take away something useful. Whether it was something to help their own child, or just a little more patience for that hyper kid across the street.
I find that blogging is like free therapy. It gives me a place to vent my frustrations. It gives me a place to share my successes. It gives me a place to be creative.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Once upon a time there was a little girl who knew she was different. Nobody told her how or why, but she knew. She never knew the right thing to say, or the right time to say it. She was awkward and shy. She wanted to be "normal", but didn't know how. She longed to fit in, to be one of the group.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
If you look on my little sidebar thingie, you will see shopping as one of my favorite things. I generally like shopping. I really LOVE shopping when I have oodles of money to spend and can buy anything (within reason) that I want. That does happen sometimes, although not for the last year since everyone has been getting sick or injured or put out of work because someone wants 4 freaking more cents for a DVD, but I'm getting off topic.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
I was just reading an article about parents of Generation Y kids being way over involved in their kids burgeoning careers. Calling the kids boss to ask why the kid got a bad review and so on. I know it's true though because I see it frequently in my workplace. It's amazing how many ADULTS think it's acceptable to call and ask why their kid wasn't hired, why their kid got a bad review, etc. Maybe it's because the kid doesn't know how to do anything without mommy holding his or her hand???? I'm not in management where I work currently, but I have been in the past and at one point ran my own company so I do have a little experience in this area. I never had to deal with this then, so it's definitely something that's happened in the last few years. I see it more and more every day. Like I said, I'm not the manager, but I do answer the phone and frequently it's a parent is calling to ask if we are hiring, or the status of their kid's application. With the current economy we are receiving ten times as many applications than we were just a month ago. The competition is much tougher, and I really can't help but think that the ones that do get hired are the ones that didn't need mommy to walk them in for their interview. Yes, that happens too. Don't these parents realize that their job as a parent is to raise a child who can function in society without them??? Wouldn't these exact same parents have been mortified if their own parents had called their boss at their first job and asked about their performance review? How in the world have people gotten so warped to think this is cool? I have two kids that fall in the tail end of Gen Y, and I would never think to call on their behalf. When it comes time that they are looking for a job, I may teach them how to write a resume, give them interview tips, or help them pick just the right clothes for their interview, but I'm not going to call to set up the interview or walk in there with them. It's my job to get them ready, not to do it all for them.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
It never ceases to amaze me how strange people really are. Today while I was out running errands, I stopped to pick up my oldest from a friend's house. Their neighbor was outside in the 100 degree heat, sweeping the street. With a broom. What is the purpose of that? I mean really, it's not even like he had a big dust pan or anything. Just sweeping dust from in front of his driveway to his neighbor's driveway. I'm sure in an hour the wind will blow it right back. This is Arizona for cripes sake. It's dusty here. We have dust storms.
Talk about an exercise in futility. I don't get it.
OMG. The hubby told me that I would love this phone and he wasn't kidding. It's only been a few days and I can tell you, this phone is the coolest thing EVER.
I can read my myspace messages in the bathroom at 2 am. Not that you wanted to know that, but I thought I'd share anyway.
The only thing I don't like is I have trouble typing on it because of my long, but incredibly gorgeous, acrylic fingernails. I wish the keys were squishy so they'd have better grip.
Other than that, it's freaking awesome. I can get my email and reply wherever I am. The phone book lists people by their first and last names. It magically lights up when it's dark. It magically turns itself off when I put it in it's case. I had to keep doing that over and over the first day to try to figure out how it does it. I still don't know. So it's magic. I can deal with that.
I'm sure it does all kinds of cool things I haven't even figured out yet.
It's so much cooler than my old phone.
Oh and did I mention it's PINK!
Thinking about things that shouldn't be in cars reminded me of something from my childhood. When I was about 5 my dad brought home a cat one night from work. He was a police officer. It seems that this older couple had come into the police station because there was a weird noise coming from their car door. They had recently purchased their shiny new Cadillac, and couldn't figure out what the strange noise was. The police officers removed the door panel and found a cat. There used to be a big GM plant in LA, and apparently the cat had somehow gotten into the door while the car was being manufactured. It had been in there for a few weeks. They took it to the vet and other than being dehydrated and hungry it was fine. My dad brought it home to me. She lived a normal life after that.
Friday, August 15, 2008
I've had way too much time on my hands this afternoon. In between cooking dinner, redesigning by blog, babysitting, and trying to wrangle my own children, I've been reading lots of other's blogs. Just clicking from link to link figuring if someone I enjoy reading thinks this person is worth reading, maybe I'll like them too.
I came across this.
Whiskey In My Sippy cup is having a nifty little contest and giving away some febreze for the best what's that smell in my car contest. Oh, how I could relate. The things that have been left, brought, or found their way into my car are numerous. These are my faves.
The wax coated paper cups that when left in the car for more than a few hours disintegrate and allow their contents to fill the cup holders with fluid and depending on the amount in the cup prior to the cup failure create little Niagara Falls of soda all down the side of the car where the cup holder resides. This isn't so much smelly, but really messy, totally annoying and pretty much avoidable if the children would just listen when I tell them "these are the cups that will fall apart and make a mess if you leave them, please remember to take them with you when you exit the vehicle"
Banana peels. Sure a banana is a handy (and healthy) snack to take in the car when the children are running late for school and didn't have breakfast because they chose to goof off and not get ready in the morning, but by the time I've run a couple of errands after dropping them off that banana peel is rank.
The half a cheeseburger that was left crammed into a cup holder in the 3rd row seat and not discovered by me until it was petrified. I'm not kidding. Hard as a freaking rock. I asked the children how long it had been there and someone was sure it had been around one of the children's birthday three months prior.
The snail that Kimberly insisted on taking with her to theatre rehearsal. The one that had escaped her by the time we had gone three blocks. The one we searched the van for an hour trying to find. Really, how far could it have gotten, it's a snail!!! The one that I found the shell of when trading the van in 6 months later.
My big giant Jamba Juice mug that mysteriously disappeared. It had rolled under the passenger seat and got wedged under there. I should have known better than remove the lid to see how funky it was when I found it a month later.
The gallon of milk that rolled away from all the other groceries on the ride home from the store this summer. It found a nifty little hiding place for itself under one of the kid's seats. Apparently with five people unloading the groceries from the car, into two fridges, it'shockingly easy to not miss a gallon of milk. Until it starts getting funky in the lovely Arizona heat. Two days later when we were playing "What's that stank" we found it. The plastic jug all bloated and looking about to burst filled with vile yellow liquid no longer resembling moo juice inside. The rotten milk smell that the plastic jug was unable to contain filling the air in a 10 ft radius. Found the day AFTER trash day so I had to continue to smell it every time I took out a bag of trash for 6 days.
By far the worst though is the RAT that lived in my car for the better part of two weeks. I can't blame any of the children for his presence in my car though. It was a Volkswagen Cabriolet, the car that my friend Alisha lovingly calls a "Bitch Basket". I called it possessed. It was the definition of Murphy's Law. One night I left the top down when I parked it. I guess the rat decided that he wanted to cruise with the top down too. The next day after putting the top up, I went to back out of my driveway. In the rear view mirror I saw this black blur scurry across the back deck and then over the baby seat. I turned around and didn't see anything. Maybe it was just a shadow. I went about my day and that night parked the car all locked up tight. In the morning I found little droppings on my seat, a slight urine odor in the car, and a bunch of the insulation stuff from inside the dashboard all over the passenger side floor. I immediately started banging on the dash, making all kinds of noise, doing anything to try to scare the rat into fleeing. No sign of the little shit, but I knew he was there. The next day more droppings and the urine smell is getting worse. I go to Home Depot and buy some sticky rat traps. They are supposed to be more humane than snapping their little necks but who knows. I'm sure starving to death while you struggle to free yourself from a giant lake of goo is no picnic either. I wasn't really feeling charitable to Mr. Rat though, I just didn't want to add to the smells by adding rat blood and guts to the party. That night I left one trap on the driver's side and one on the passenger side floor. Right under where he seemed to be entering and making his little nest as evidenced by the insulation stuff that had been excavated every morning. Put a little bit of cheese to try to lure him to his sticky death. The next morning the traps were there, the cheese was not, and the rat was still living somewhere in my car. The next night I put more cheese, trying even more carefully to place it dead center of the trap so little Mr. Sneaky Pants couldn't get the cheese without getting stuck in the goo. Again that little bastard got the cheese and managed to remain alive. Finally after a couple of weeks of this, I parked the car where I thought the rat might find something else exciting and left it, top down, windows rolled down, doors open. Left it there all day. I was only slightly worried that someone might steal it. That would have really been preferable to continue to share it with a rat. Being that it was the possessed car though, nobody stole it, and I had to drive it home that night. Thankfully though, the rat had decided to move on to greener pastures at some point that day. I never saw him again.
I don't even know where to start. Let's see.
The kids started school on Monday. The day went well and the kids all liked their teachers. In the afternoon we picked up Kimberly's new glasses. Monday night she was still wearing her old ones and didn't understand why she needed to wear the new ones. Trying to explain that her prescription had changed and the new ones were different in more than just frame color went nowhere. It totally should have occurred to me that the child that has issues with change might have needed a little more coaching to part with her first pair of glasses. I finally had to take the old ones and hide them so she was forced to wear the new pair.
On Tuesday, I learned that my debit card number had been used fraudulently and made a ton of phone calls to cancel the card, file a police report, and try to determine who used my card number. The charge was only $7.74, but the hassle it has cost me is worth much more. My card had to be cancelled and a new one issued. The new card may not arrive for two weeks. I use that card to pay bills online, so I will have to change all those accounts. What a nightmare.
Wednesday I did about 10 loads of laundry while waiting for my new phone to arrive. I did not however deal with the socks, HA. Wednesday afternoon I had a meeting with Kimberly's teacher and it went very well. She was very receptive to the modifications Kimberly will need because of her ADD and I feel very relieved that this year will be so much better than last year. Wednesday night Jay came home.
Yesterday Jay and I spent the day together. It's always fun when we get to just hang out and do normal stuff together. We didn't do anything special, we went shopping at Walmart, Target, and Office Max, but since he is gone so much anytime we can just hang out is precious. Last night we had our first PTSA meeting of the year and we had a great turn out and lots of support. When I got home from the PTSA meeting, I did more laundry since Jay brought two loads home with him.
This morning I woke up at the crack of dawn to take Jay to the airport. He's flying to LA to pick up the truck he is taking to Michigan. He will be home tonight and then he leaves on Sunday. He will be in Michigan for 8 weeks. After I got back from the airport and took the kids to school, I had to go get a dispute form notarized for the fraud with my debit card. When I got home, I got a call telling me the identity of the person who used my card number. I'm so happy that not only has this person lost their job, because that is where she obtained my card number, but now the police will have to track her down and prosecute her. I knew when I talked to them on Tuesday that it wasn't going to be a high priority case for them since the amount was so small. Now that I've done all the detective work for them and have given them the name of the person, they have no excuse but to arrest her. YAY.
What a week!!
Monday, August 11, 2008
Today the kids went back to school. It's amazing how quickly time passes. My oldest is in 8th grade this year, the middle one is in 5th, and my baby is in 2nd.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
I originally posted a shorter version of this as a reply to Slackermommy's comment, but I thought it deserved it's own post since I don't know if you all love me enough to want to read all the comments other people leave me and it's too funny not to share.
Last night I called my cell phone carrier to ask about the charges, that much you know. I was told that they were "premium" text messages, but was still in the dark as to what this really meant. I was told that I needed to do something to her phone to make it recognize the block that the nice helpful gentleman had put on her phone so it would no longer be able to receive these messages.
This morning when the child woke up, I told her to bring me her phone. I asked her what she did and she really had no clue. I tried doing this reprogramming thing and it kept telling me "reprogram unsuccesful". So I called the cell phone company again. This time I got another guy who said that the block wouldn't stop the charges. He also helpfully explained what she did.
You know those commercials you see or ads in the backs of magazines that tell you to text a word to a number to get a ringtone, walpaper, or other nifty thing? That's what she did. For a psychic service. When I asked her if she had texted a word to a number she replied "OOHhhh". "What was it?" I asked. She said "this psychic thing". I asked her if the psychic had told her she was going to be in deep shit for running up a $100 bill. She said no. Some psychic, huh?
So this guy tells me that in order to stop it I need to send 5 text messages a certain number and that I should get a confirmation text back from them that it was successful. OK. So I hang up send the 5 texts and wait. 30 minutes go by and no confirmation. So I call back again.
I get the same guy. I say "Hey, I sent those texts and didn't get the confirmation" he says let me look into it, and after leaving me on hold again tells me to text STOP ALL to another number and gives me an 800 number to call if I have more problems. Oh, and he manages to talk me into buying a new phone and extending my contract for another 2 years. If I don't lose the mail in rebate it will only cost me $5.99 for the new phone.
We get off the phone and I send the text. Nothing. So I try the 800 number. It doesn't go through. I get nothing but dead air. Doesn't even start ringing. So I call the cell phone company back.... again. This time I get a lady. She tries the 800 number and comes back and tells me that she got through and what I need to do is text STOP to yet a different number and then follow the instructions it texts me back. OK.
So I do that, and nothing happens, and I decide to try the 800 number again from my phone. It goes through. I listen to all the menu prompts and choose the one for psychic readings. It tells me to text STOP to a number with one more zero than the first guy told me this morning and to wait for further instructions to be sent via text. It also gave their website address for more info or to contact them.
I sent the final text and when again, nothing happened, I went to the website. Found the email form and sent an email asking how to unsubscribe. I still haven't received a response from them. As far as I know I'm still getting charged for this shit. I'm not happy.
My advice, if you have a child with a cell phone, call your provider right now and tell them to block your child's phone from being able to receive these services. Getting rid of them is a nightmare.
Oh and I did all this before going to Walmart and Target in search of the remaining school supplies my kids needed and THEN came home and cleaned my desk. Makes the desk cleaning even more amazing, doesn't it?
Labels: Cell Phone
Saturday, August 9, 2008
I'd like to say that I'm joking, but sometimes I really worry about this. Maybe I'm just a psychiatric hypocondriac, if there such a thing. Maybe I should just be happy that I got something monumental done today, but I can't help wondering where these bursts of energy come from. Like the night I stayed up all night long researching a year's worth of Girl Scout field trips. Or today, when I cleaned my desk.
It might not seem like such a monumental thing, but let me put it this way, I moved into this house 361 days ago. The same day we moved in, the guy was coming to hook up the internet. Can't be without the internet you know. We literally had just gotten the desk and the box with the computer stuff off the truck when the guy arrived. I hastily set it up so he could do his thing. I didn't even bother to run the wires to the speakers behind the desk. Later when I came to the boxes with the rest of the desk stuff, I haphazardly put it all on the shelves, to sort out LATER.
LATER is a bad word for me.
Here we are 361 days later and guess what??? Everything was in exactly the same place. The speaker wires were still snaking up from under the desk, around both sides of my monitor, and in front of the shelf that they sat on. The piles on the top of the hutch nearly touched the ceiling. The top of the desk was cluttered with the detrious of daily life, and I had this little one foot wide tunnel with which to see my monitor and type. There were two large boxes filled with bills, bank statements, and other correspondence that needed filed shoved under my bed. The filing cabinet sat empty, serving only as a handy stand for my printer. Two other boxes sit adjacent to my desk filled with crap that I have at various times in the last year dumped off the edge of my desk to deal with, yup, you guessed it, LATER. I won't even get started about the size of the dust bunnies that were living in the midst of all this.
Now maybe you have a hint of why this is such a big deal for me, and how I might wonder where the energy came from to tackle this task that I haven't been able to face for four days short of a year. How today, I looked at the desk and said, I think I'm going to clean this today. Spent the next four hours clearing it off, putting everything on my bed so that I would have to finish it or sleep on the couch, and then tackled it, bit by bit. Sorting through all the envelopes, filing all the contents. Using up every last file folder I owned and filling a trash can with the empty envelopes. Dusting off the dust bunnies and returning all the cd's to their cases. Finding things I borrowed from people and desperately need to return. Culling all the kids crap and giving it to them to go clutter their rooms with. Ignoring everything else while driven to complete this task.
That's the thing, the opposite of LATER is NOW. I can't seem to do anything in between. I either do something or I don't. I can't work on something, set it down, and come back to it. This is what happened the last time I tried that.
Maybe, hopefully, this is just one of the ADD traits, and not a sign of a label much more ominous, but I still worry. I wish I had taken a picture of the desk before I started, but here is a picture of the end result. I am just a little proud of it. Note the fact that no wires are hanging out in front of the shelves and I have a nice open space with which to work. YAY.
Today I got my cell phone bill. Strangely it was $100 more than it usually is. Since we have a plan that gives us more than enough minutes every month, I went in search of an explination. What I found was that my 12 year old had downloaded 50 or so "premium text messages" at $1.99 a piece. I didn't know such a thing even existed. I'm still not entirely sure what they are. What I do know is that after a pleasant call to customer service her phone is now blocked from receiving them. I also know that she's going to be babysitting for free for the forseable future.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
I was reading through my older posts just now. I like reading what I write. I crack myself up. Hopefully lots of other people think I'm as funny as I do. In reading my old posts I came across a couple of posts that I felt required updating. So here you go.
Remember when I told you that Lizards Can't Swim? Kimberly fished a dead lizard out of the pool and then decided it needed to be buried? I even included a nifty picture of the burial? Well about a month ago I found a box in my garage labeled "Do not open. Lizard inside" Yup, you guessed it. Apparently after the burial, Kimberly decided she wasn't done playing with the dead lizard and robbed his little lizard grave and played with him some more. Then she decided to stash him in the garage for safe keeping. Well let me tell you, by late June it's a nice 110 degrees here, and it probably gets up to like 130 in the garage. Not the best place for keeping a 4 month old dead creature. Eww. I threw the whole box away and didn't even peek.
On another note, remember in March when I proudly told you I had finally sorted the sock basket. Well, I can now, not so proudly tell you that it hasn't been touched again since. In my defense we haven't had much need for socks in the last two months with the kids out of school and all, but I'm still pretty ashamed.
Lastly, remember when I told you about our 504 meeting. It went so well. I was so encouraged. Well by the time I got the actual printed version in my hands I was not happy with how things were worded so I sent it back asking for certain things to be corrected. The teacher then countered my corrections and refused to sign off on it. We ended up needing to have two more meetings with the District 504 supervisor on hand to mediate. Of course she understood where I was coming from and the fact that I was 100% right on everything I was asking for. As a bonus, she even suggested some really cool shit I hadn't even thought about. The end result was, the day before school ended we finally had our 504 plan in place. It only took all year. The teacher still wasn't thrilled with the fact that she had to sign off on it, and I wanted to say "Why do you care? It's not like you are going to have to do any of these things since there is only one day of school left", but I didn't. I think maybe she was worried about the other teachers kicking her ass when they found out about it.
First would be my refrigerator. It's on, but everything in the freezer defrosted and my milk was warm. It's no longer producing that wonderfully cold stuff that keeps the food from going bad. Basically it's just a box with a nifty light inside now. Luckily it was the spare fridge in the garage, but it still sucks. I'm still waiting to hear from my landlord on whether or not she's going to be able to get caught up on her payments and keep the house I'm living in, and since most houses don't come with fridges, I may have to buy a new one soon. Do I have money to buy a new fridge? NOPE. I don't even have money to fix this one right now. I called the repair people at SEARS and they told me it would be $70 to come look at it and then more for the parts and labor to fix it, OR I could buy their maintenance plan for $250 and it would cover any repairs up to $500. They won't let me find out what's wrong with it before making the decision. The way my luck goes if I go with the $250 service plan, it will be a $5 part to fix it, and if I go the other way it will need $500 worth of repairs. Since it's a spare fridge, I decided to wait.
The second thing that is not cool is the comment spam I've been getting. Random people are leaving me comments hawking things like stickers. Really??? Just because I mentioned that I liked the show Ace of Cakes doesn't mean that I want comment spam that some company now has stickers based on it. What in the world would I do with them? Yesterday I got another one, but I deleted it and don't remember what they were selling. I didn't think much of it until I got the sticker one today. I know I haven't been posting in a while so maybe this has been going on for a couple of months and I'm just now falling victim of it, but it's not cool. My blog is for people who are interested in what I have to say. Not a forum for some company to hawk their stickers. If someone wants to advertise on my site, they can pay me to do it, or they can bite me.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Ok, Ok I know. I had been wowing you with weekly recipies when I first started blogging and lately there haven't been any. I realized after awhile that I had a few killer quick and easy recipes, but after I posted them all here, I quickly ran out. I didn't have the time to constantly be on the hunt for new ones and try them before posting, so my recipe segment died.
This summer while I've been stuck at home, my friend Alisha turned me on to the Food Network. I've always avoided this channel because I thought that watching other people cook was about as exciting as watching grass grow. Not to mention that Emeril guy yelling BAM all the time is just about the most annoying thing ever (well after Dr. Phil anyway). Come to find out they actually have some pretty cool shows. I love Good Eats, it's very educational even for the kids and I love the sock puppet bacteria. Challenge is another good one. I like the cake ones the best. Speaking of cake Ace of Cakes is super cool. All of their cakes are beyond amazing. During this time my oldest has been inspired to become a pastry chef. This is the same child that not long ago wanted to be a doctor. Not that there is anything wrong with wanting to be a doctor, but I think it might be more fun having her make us desert, than having her diagnosing everyone in the house with things like Scurvy. Not to mention the school is a little more in my budget.
As exciting as all this is, I bet you are thinking "Hey she promised us a recipe" about now. So here it is. One night a week or so ago, I really wanted to make a chicken pasta with alfredo sauce. The only problem being, I didn't have any ready made alfredo sauce in the house, and didn't have any heavy cream on hand to make homemade. So it was off to internet land to find an alfredo sauce recipe I could fudge with what I did have in the house. This is what I found.
Quick and Easy Alfredo Sauce
1/2 cup butter
1 (8oz) package of cream cheese
2 tsp garlic powder
2 cups milk
6 oz grated parmesan cheese
1/8 tsp ground black pepper
Melt butter in non-stick saucepan over medium heat. Add cream cheese and garlic powder, stirring with a whisk until smooth. (I seriously recommend using a silicone whisk so you don't scratch your non-stick pan. Teflon flakes are not a yummy addition to any meal. Also I'd like to note that it doesn't exactly get smooth. Once the cream cheese completely melts it looks kinda curdled. Fear not, it totally starts looking normal again in the next step.) Add milk a little at a time, whisking to smooth out lumps. Stir in parmesan and pepper. Remove from heat when sauce reaches desired consistency. Toss with hot pasta to serve.
Along with this sauce I prepared 3 cups of penne pasta, sliced 2 chicken breasts into bite size strips and sauteed in a little butter and garlic, and steamed about 2 cups of broccoli that I had chopped into bite sized pieces. When everything was ready I tossed it all together and added the sauce. Totally easy, and totally yummy. Enjoy.
It's 2:30 in the morning and I can't sleep. Might have something to do with the three hour long nap I took from five to eight p.m. but maybe not.
I've got a lot on my mind. In the last 12 hours I almost decided to move my family to Michigan, and then talked myself out of it. Talk about a whirlwind. I'm slightly impulsive. Have you figured this out yet?
A lot has been happening since I last blogged. I've been recuperating from my seizure incident and am happy to report that I appear to be in perfect health. I haven't been able to drive though, so my activities have been limited. Being cooped up in the house with kids all summer is about as much fun as a root canal.
Remember a while back I blogged about quiet time, yeah, there hasn't been any of that here for the last two months.
So I've been thinking a lot about how not fun it is being a pseudo-single mom. You see my husband works out of town so when he is working he is gone. We need him to work eight or nine months out of the year to be able to pay for nice things like a roof over our head and something more nutritious than top ramen to eat every night. Not that top ramen isn't yummy.
Single moms have my utmost respect. I don't know how they do it. On top of everything I do, manage the house, pay the bills, cook, clean, taxi the kids to soccer and other activities, oversee homework, make appointments and actually remember to deliver the kids to the doctor, dentist, orthodontist, and eye doctor, they actually have to WORK to make the money to pay for every thing. On their own!!! Not that I don't work. I have a fun little job that I do during the day while the kiddos are in school which allows me to contribute a couple hundred dollars to our monthly budget. I don't have to worry about making enough to pay for the roof, food, and other essentials. My hubby rules in that department.
With that said, living apart from your one and only true love for any amount of time blows chunks, so I keep trying to figure out how to fix it. If my hubby worked only in one state it would be simple, live in that state, but life isn't that simple. His latest job is taking him to Michigan and it appears that it might be for longer than his usual 3 month stint. It might be 6 or 9. So the plan was hatched to move there for a year. For a girl who grew up in sunny California and then moved to even more sunny Arizona, living somewhere with snow sounded kinda fun. Think of the blogging I could have done about the evils of snow shoveling. Everything was on hold waiting to get the call that he was going for sure.
Today that call came. He leaves Friday. All of a sudden we had to figure out how to make our plan a reality. But after much deliberation, u-Haul rental quotes, input from the children, etc. the hubby and I decided it made more financial sense to stay put. Damn finances. Can't I win the power ball already? So here I am getting ready to face another several months being the one woman show.
Which brings me to gratitude. People are always asking me how I do it. My biggest secret is I always try to think about how lucky I am. I have many friends who have spouses in the military. Many of them have dealt with their husbands being gone for a year at a time. The most my husband is ever gone is three months and nobody is shooting at him or trying to blow him up. In comparison to them I have it easy. When I start to feel sorry for myself having to manage the kids and the house alone, I think of the single moms that have to bring home the bacon too. No matter what comes my way I can always look at it and see that even though it might seem terrible on the surface, I'm still quite fortunate. Sure I might rant now and then (my blog might be boring if I didn't), but after the ranting is over I always find a way to be thankful.