Today was a good day! Yesterday was NOT! Funny how that works. The difference between the 2 = prayer!
Yesterday, my kids were using my parents' home like a gymnasium and driving us all nuts. They'd spent the weekend with their dad and his mother who was visiting. Grandma-ma baked and they ate nothing but sugar all weekend. Gotta love it when I get the consequences. NOT!
So, the kids were hopped up and the 3 adults screaming at them didn't help. We've moved into that comfortable place where my parents think they can discipline my children themselves, or rather undermine my discipline. Confusing at 40.... can't imagine how nuts it is when sugar has short-circuited a 4 year old brain.
All this, in addition to other weird family dynamics, the anticipation of the hand-off after soccer practice and my own attempts at climbing the crumbling walls of the pit of depression and yesterday chalked up to a BAD day.
Thankfully, I put the word out on Facebook and asked for prayers..... about an hour later, things had turned around. Kids had calmed down, the hand-off and soccer practice were uneventful and I got called for a job interview.... in addition to the fact that my brother and sister-in-law fed me dinner last night..... but more than anything... I could feel, in that surreal, ethereal sense that something was different. My brothers and sisters in faith were dragging my weary soul to the well.... I felt it. I am thankful!
Today was Great.... Woke up today ready to take on the challenges of my crazy life. I spent some good time in fellowship with a chaos sister and some time in the word. Ran errands and then spent a great afternoon with my kids.
We went to Wash Park, rode bikes, played on the playground, watched construction equipment repair the old boat house, made new friends, got ice cream at Bonnie Brae, then went to the mall and just happened to catch Gnomeo and Juliet with the AMC Theaters $5 Weekday flicks, spent an hour playing on the crazy play place, then went home exhausted!
In the meantime, I got a call about another job interview.
Mostly, it was a great day because I was with my kids... an no other agenda. I wasn't concerned about getting home to send off more resumes, look for jobs, clean house, fix dinner, etc.
Instead, my only agenda was to enjoy my kids and spring break!
Tomorrow, its MOPS in the morning, then we're off to Casa Bonita with the cousins for a Colorado tourist/gastrointestinal adventure!
Praying for another good day!
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
I behaved myself....
So, today I went and spoke with the old apartment complex. The person I needed to speak with was on vacation, so I had to share my concerns with some newbie leasing agent. Poor girl. I was very well behaved. I spoke kindly and didn't lose my cool. This was my major accomplishment for the day. I'll take it.
The fact that my mom came with me might have helped. Yes, I felt incredibly stupid. I'm 40 years old and my mommy came with me to give them a piece of her mind. Actually, it worked out quite well. I went in, stated my case and told them I was extremely unhappy with their analysis of the apartment. After I stated my case, my mom stepped in and stated something I'd completely forgotten. (Go Mom!)
Mom said that she remembered the leasing agent telling us they would be replacing the carpet before we moved in. The carpet was never replaced.
I then brought up the black mold stains in the carpet that were never completely cleaned up. Every person in the room stopped talking when I mentioned the mold.
I'm expecting a phone call from the property manager at the end of the week. We'll see what happens. I have no problem paying for the cleaning that I didn't do. I am not willing to pay for replacing flooring that was in disrepair when I moved in.
Its in God's hands now.
On an even more pathetic note....
I saw a re-posting of a job I applied for last summer. I never even got to interview for it, even though I knew people in the organization and had done the exact same job at another church. Not only had I done the exact same job elsewhere, I've also done the job of the people I would be assisting. Never before have I applied for a job where my experience so closely matched the job description, almost letter for letter.
I admit that I was surprised at the time that I didn't even get an interview. Clearly my resume in and of itself indicated total qualification for the job. When I got the rejection email, I was stunned, but got over it and moved on.
So, the other day, after seeing the job re-posted, I emailed the HR person to ask if this was the same position I'd previously applied for.
Today, I got an email stating that yes, the position is open again, but that they've reviewed my application again, and Although we were impressed with your
background and experience, we feel we have other applicants who more closely
reflect the requirements for the position and needs of the department.
Um.... I wasn't re-applying! I was just inquiring. Sheesh..... nothing like getting rejected for a job that I didn't even apply for. Thanks.... needed that.
I'm resisting the urge to reply to the rejection with the following: This is the same response you gave me when I initially applied for the job, and clearly, the person you thought 'more closely reflected the requirements and needs for the department' didn't work out..... so could you give me a chance?
I figure if they aren't interested in me, then I'm not going to lose any more sleep worrying about them... but hey, its their loss.
The fact that my mom came with me might have helped. Yes, I felt incredibly stupid. I'm 40 years old and my mommy came with me to give them a piece of her mind. Actually, it worked out quite well. I went in, stated my case and told them I was extremely unhappy with their analysis of the apartment. After I stated my case, my mom stepped in and stated something I'd completely forgotten. (Go Mom!)
Mom said that she remembered the leasing agent telling us they would be replacing the carpet before we moved in. The carpet was never replaced.
I then brought up the black mold stains in the carpet that were never completely cleaned up. Every person in the room stopped talking when I mentioned the mold.
I'm expecting a phone call from the property manager at the end of the week. We'll see what happens. I have no problem paying for the cleaning that I didn't do. I am not willing to pay for replacing flooring that was in disrepair when I moved in.
Its in God's hands now.
On an even more pathetic note....
I saw a re-posting of a job I applied for last summer. I never even got to interview for it, even though I knew people in the organization and had done the exact same job at another church. Not only had I done the exact same job elsewhere, I've also done the job of the people I would be assisting. Never before have I applied for a job where my experience so closely matched the job description, almost letter for letter.
I admit that I was surprised at the time that I didn't even get an interview. Clearly my resume in and of itself indicated total qualification for the job. When I got the rejection email, I was stunned, but got over it and moved on.
So, the other day, after seeing the job re-posted, I emailed the HR person to ask if this was the same position I'd previously applied for.
Today, I got an email stating that yes, the position is open again, but that they've reviewed my application again, and Although we were impressed with your
background and experience, we feel we have other applicants who more closely
reflect the requirements for the position and needs of the department.
Um.... I wasn't re-applying! I was just inquiring. Sheesh..... nothing like getting rejected for a job that I didn't even apply for. Thanks.... needed that.
I'm resisting the urge to reply to the rejection with the following: This is the same response you gave me when I initially applied for the job, and clearly, the person you thought 'more closely reflected the requirements and needs for the department' didn't work out..... so could you give me a chance?
I figure if they aren't interested in me, then I'm not going to lose any more sleep worrying about them... but hey, its their loss.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Can't Catch A Break
So, today I got a lovely letter in the mail from the apartment complex we just moved out of. Admittedly, I didn't do a great job of cleaning the place after I moved out. If you've ever moved, you know that under the best circumstances (to a new house!) moving is a horrible, arduous task.
Now, take into consideration that I moved out of an apartment under the worst circumstances.
By the time I had to be out, he had already left, taking with him only his personal belongings and 3 pieces of furniture. He left everything else for me to deal with and clean up. (He did help me move some stuff one day.)
So, needless to say, dismantling a life I'd worked really hard to build, was not my favorite thing to do. I was emotionally and physically exhausted. Plus, I didn't ask for enough help. Possibly because I didn't want to drag anyone else through the muck and the mire of the whole mess.... but mostly because I felt the whole mess was his responsibility... why should I burden my friends and family with the mess that he made? It was easier to stew about it and be angry than to humble myself and admit I needed more help. Lesson learned. Moving on now.
My mom did help me clean the bathrooms, the patio, vacuum, etc. I cleaned the kitchen. In the midst of it all, I lost our access card for the complex amenities (-$40) and I totally forgot to clean out the fridge and freezer (-$40). I completely ran out of time to steam clean the carpets. (-$40), so I was expecting to get dinged on our deposit.....
But, this crazy lady a/k/a me, about had a cow when I got the letter today saying that not only was I not getting my $1200 deposit back, but I still owed the complex an additional $200 for reimbursement of damages and cleaning!
Seems the complex thinks they need to charge me $900 for all new carpet and $250 for new vinyl flooring in the kitchen, in addition to cleaning charges for 2 bathrooms (my mom cleaned those, so I know these hookers are trying to pull a fast one!), the oven and the fridge!
I informed one of the leasing agents of holes in the kitchen vinyl 3 days after we moved in. He said he'd make a note of it.... (what do you want to bet that never happened?)
I know that apartment like the back of my hand and there were 2 stains on the entire carpet. One in the dining room - food related and would easily come out with a good steam cleaning. The other, in C's bedroom where the black mold issue they repeatedly ignored finally seeped into the carpet!
Yes, you heard me! Black Mold!
These hookers better watch out, because they have just unleashed the beast! They clearly have no idea who they are messing with!
Last summer I noticed black mold under my kitchen sink. I cleared everything out only to discover that nothing was wet and that clearly the mold was coming from inside the wall. I called our beloved maintenance guy and he came over and cleaned it up. He told me that I was getting too much water behind my faucet and water leaked down behind it. I looked at him and said, there is no water under the sink. Its not coming from me. He told me I was wrong. Fast forward another 5 months and we move some furniture around in C's room only to discover what looks like old coke spilled all along the lower 1/4th of the wall, the baseboards and the carpet. I started to think C had snuck something into her room and spilled it, but then I realized that this putrid wall was the shared wall with the kitchen sink! Gear down, big shifter... mama is ticked.
Thankfully, Oscar, our trusty maintenance guy came over, tore up the wall and discovered a big crack in the main stack kitchen drain. Not only was the leaking moisture from our sink, but also all the drainage of the 2 kitchens in the apartments above us. Nice.
I was just thankful it was being taken care of and we'd be moving out soon, I didn't think much of it. Clearly, I should have.
I suspect the remaining mold stains on the carpet are part of the charges. No way in H-E-double hockey sticks am I paying to clean up their mess from their poorly constructed building! No way. No how!
Windsor (the property management company) will be getting a visit from me in the near future. They should be scared. I will cause a scene if I have to. We lived in that complex for 18 months and had the following issues:
So, needless to say, for a complex with 34 buildings and 1500+ residents, this is no small mom and pop operation.. these are the pros... and this is how they do things? So not cool! They've pissed off the wrong girl. I'll make it known to everyone I know how horrible they are! Nothing like word-of-mouth publicity....
I'm trying really hard not to get stuck in a dark place where doing the right thing gets you screwed... because that's sooooo how I'm feeling these days. Taking the higher road isn't helping my cause here in any way shape or form. Just gets old getting kicked in the teeth repeatedly!
Thanks for letting me vent..... I can't afford not to get back some of this deposit... this is all I have for a new place (once I get a job!) I'll let you know how it goes... and hopefully you'll learn about it on this blog and not on the evening news!
Now, take into consideration that I moved out of an apartment under the worst circumstances.
By the time I had to be out, he had already left, taking with him only his personal belongings and 3 pieces of furniture. He left everything else for me to deal with and clean up. (He did help me move some stuff one day.)
So, needless to say, dismantling a life I'd worked really hard to build, was not my favorite thing to do. I was emotionally and physically exhausted. Plus, I didn't ask for enough help. Possibly because I didn't want to drag anyone else through the muck and the mire of the whole mess.... but mostly because I felt the whole mess was his responsibility... why should I burden my friends and family with the mess that he made? It was easier to stew about it and be angry than to humble myself and admit I needed more help. Lesson learned. Moving on now.
My mom did help me clean the bathrooms, the patio, vacuum, etc. I cleaned the kitchen. In the midst of it all, I lost our access card for the complex amenities (-$40) and I totally forgot to clean out the fridge and freezer (-$40). I completely ran out of time to steam clean the carpets. (-$40), so I was expecting to get dinged on our deposit.....
But, this crazy lady a/k/a me, about had a cow when I got the letter today saying that not only was I not getting my $1200 deposit back, but I still owed the complex an additional $200 for reimbursement of damages and cleaning!
Seems the complex thinks they need to charge me $900 for all new carpet and $250 for new vinyl flooring in the kitchen, in addition to cleaning charges for 2 bathrooms (my mom cleaned those, so I know these hookers are trying to pull a fast one!), the oven and the fridge!
I informed one of the leasing agents of holes in the kitchen vinyl 3 days after we moved in. He said he'd make a note of it.... (what do you want to bet that never happened?)
I know that apartment like the back of my hand and there were 2 stains on the entire carpet. One in the dining room - food related and would easily come out with a good steam cleaning. The other, in C's bedroom where the black mold issue they repeatedly ignored finally seeped into the carpet!
Yes, you heard me! Black Mold!
These hookers better watch out, because they have just unleashed the beast! They clearly have no idea who they are messing with!
Last summer I noticed black mold under my kitchen sink. I cleared everything out only to discover that nothing was wet and that clearly the mold was coming from inside the wall. I called our beloved maintenance guy and he came over and cleaned it up. He told me that I was getting too much water behind my faucet and water leaked down behind it. I looked at him and said, there is no water under the sink. Its not coming from me. He told me I was wrong. Fast forward another 5 months and we move some furniture around in C's room only to discover what looks like old coke spilled all along the lower 1/4th of the wall, the baseboards and the carpet. I started to think C had snuck something into her room and spilled it, but then I realized that this putrid wall was the shared wall with the kitchen sink! Gear down, big shifter... mama is ticked.
Thankfully, Oscar, our trusty maintenance guy came over, tore up the wall and discovered a big crack in the main stack kitchen drain. Not only was the leaking moisture from our sink, but also all the drainage of the 2 kitchens in the apartments above us. Nice.
I was just thankful it was being taken care of and we'd be moving out soon, I didn't think much of it. Clearly, I should have.
I suspect the remaining mold stains on the carpet are part of the charges. No way in H-E-double hockey sticks am I paying to clean up their mess from their poorly constructed building! No way. No how!
Windsor (the property management company) will be getting a visit from me in the near future. They should be scared. I will cause a scene if I have to. We lived in that complex for 18 months and had the following issues:
- black mold in C's room resulting in her need to evacuate the room for 4 days
- ceiling leakage in C's room (was kilz'd and repainted)
- ceiling leakage in utility room (never dealt with)
- repeated bookkeeping errors (I slid on ice entering the complex and hit a pole.) My insurance company paid for the damages, but I repeatedly got threatening notices that I needed to pay it, even though it was taken care of...
- lack of snow removal in our driveway during the last big storm, resulting in a 2 inch thick sheet of ice where both my kids and I slipped and I tweaked my knee again. Left message with maintenance... no response.
So, needless to say, for a complex with 34 buildings and 1500+ residents, this is no small mom and pop operation.. these are the pros... and this is how they do things? So not cool! They've pissed off the wrong girl. I'll make it known to everyone I know how horrible they are! Nothing like word-of-mouth publicity....
I'm trying really hard not to get stuck in a dark place where doing the right thing gets you screwed... because that's sooooo how I'm feeling these days. Taking the higher road isn't helping my cause here in any way shape or form. Just gets old getting kicked in the teeth repeatedly!
Thanks for letting me vent..... I can't afford not to get back some of this deposit... this is all I have for a new place (once I get a job!) I'll let you know how it goes... and hopefully you'll learn about it on this blog and not on the evening news!
Friday, March 18, 2011
One Day At A Time...
The realization that, with joint custody, I am no longer witness to over 50% of my children's lives pierces my heart to the core. This is not what I signed up for. I did not put my kids in full time daycare to continue to work for this very reason. Ironic isn't it?
Between 1st grade for C., 3 morning a week preschool for J., and 3 nights a week at their dad's house, my time with my kids has diminished significantly. I am now one of several adults who has primary influence over my children. That is a sobering fact for any mom. So, I know I've got to make my time with them the most influential.
This is one of many sad realizations that sneak up on me late at night and catches my breathe in midair. I remember talking myself out of a panic attack the first time I thought about my kids having to schlep their favorite belongings between 2 homes.
However, I've noticed that since the split in parenting duties, I'm much slower to anger, less easily frustrated with the kids. I'm more keenly aware of their emotional and physical needs. I spot sleepiness at 30 paces. I don't rebuke sassy talk with the same tone.
Instead of 24/7 togetherness, there is a bigger space between me and my children, a better understanding of emotional boundaries and their needs. I'm not enmeshed with my kids, simply because I am no longer in control of them 24/7. These are realities I knew I'd face as a mom. I just expected to face them closer to age 16 and not so close to age 6.
My kids have experiences at this age (7 & 4) I don't ever know about. I see a new found confidence in both of them because they are successfully navigating this new adventure their on, to a certain extent. (I've worked hard to spin this upheaval as an adventure, instead of a struggle.) Gulp! I also recognize a gentleness and peace in my children when they are with me that wasn't present before. This peace isn't present when they are around their dad, and it disappears completely when their dad and I are in the same room.
One of my greatest fears as a parent is not being available for my kids. Little did I realize how "unavailable" I'd been with them in recent months. Because the economy of time seemed rather liberal at that point, there was not the sense of intentionality there is now.
During the 4 months of "separated but living under the same roof," I was shell shocked and struggling to guard myself emotionally. Those 4 months were not my best parenting days, by any stretch. I didn't want to alienate my kids from their dad, but I certainly checked out from the wife/household executive role.
Now, while the kids are with their dad, I have time to process my emotions, out of sight from my kids. My parenting is not dictated by my emotional needs, as it tended to be during those 4 months. While I'm intentional about letting the kids know that I am hurt and saddened by our situation, I'm not a heaping mess of tear-filled, snotty nosed goo on the floor. I can articulate my feelings better because I've had a chance to properly contain them. I am better able to share feelings appropriately, because I feel its paramount for them to understand that our circumstance and how it happened are NOT OK... but that we are going to be OK. They can still love their dad, even if I'm saddened by him. Their relationship with him is not the same as mine with him, and its OK that they are different. WHAT he did is not OK, but he is still OK.
With some space between the 3 of us, I'm willing to fight the nutrition, bedtime, bath time, homework battles now that I have a few more emotional reserves. I am relatively emotionally safe and it shows in my parenting.
I am so very thankful for these unforeseen blessings - the beauty and growth in me and my kids that is coming out of the burned out debris of a marriage gone bad! Proof yet again that God is in charge, and none of this is catching him off guard.
Between 1st grade for C., 3 morning a week preschool for J., and 3 nights a week at their dad's house, my time with my kids has diminished significantly. I am now one of several adults who has primary influence over my children. That is a sobering fact for any mom. So, I know I've got to make my time with them the most influential.
This is one of many sad realizations that sneak up on me late at night and catches my breathe in midair. I remember talking myself out of a panic attack the first time I thought about my kids having to schlep their favorite belongings between 2 homes.
However, I've noticed that since the split in parenting duties, I'm much slower to anger, less easily frustrated with the kids. I'm more keenly aware of their emotional and physical needs. I spot sleepiness at 30 paces. I don't rebuke sassy talk with the same tone.
Instead of 24/7 togetherness, there is a bigger space between me and my children, a better understanding of emotional boundaries and their needs. I'm not enmeshed with my kids, simply because I am no longer in control of them 24/7. These are realities I knew I'd face as a mom. I just expected to face them closer to age 16 and not so close to age 6.
My kids have experiences at this age (7 & 4) I don't ever know about. I see a new found confidence in both of them because they are successfully navigating this new adventure their on, to a certain extent. (I've worked hard to spin this upheaval as an adventure, instead of a struggle.) Gulp! I also recognize a gentleness and peace in my children when they are with me that wasn't present before. This peace isn't present when they are around their dad, and it disappears completely when their dad and I are in the same room.
One of my greatest fears as a parent is not being available for my kids. Little did I realize how "unavailable" I'd been with them in recent months. Because the economy of time seemed rather liberal at that point, there was not the sense of intentionality there is now.
During the 4 months of "separated but living under the same roof," I was shell shocked and struggling to guard myself emotionally. Those 4 months were not my best parenting days, by any stretch. I didn't want to alienate my kids from their dad, but I certainly checked out from the wife/household executive role.
Now, while the kids are with their dad, I have time to process my emotions, out of sight from my kids. My parenting is not dictated by my emotional needs, as it tended to be during those 4 months. While I'm intentional about letting the kids know that I am hurt and saddened by our situation, I'm not a heaping mess of tear-filled, snotty nosed goo on the floor. I can articulate my feelings better because I've had a chance to properly contain them. I am better able to share feelings appropriately, because I feel its paramount for them to understand that our circumstance and how it happened are NOT OK... but that we are going to be OK. They can still love their dad, even if I'm saddened by him. Their relationship with him is not the same as mine with him, and its OK that they are different. WHAT he did is not OK, but he is still OK.
With some space between the 3 of us, I'm willing to fight the nutrition, bedtime, bath time, homework battles now that I have a few more emotional reserves. I am relatively emotionally safe and it shows in my parenting.
I am so very thankful for these unforeseen blessings - the beauty and growth in me and my kids that is coming out of the burned out debris of a marriage gone bad! Proof yet again that God is in charge, and none of this is catching him off guard.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Chaos Sisters.... proof of God's continued provision
When life hands us lemons, if we look carefully, we'll see that God has already prepped the kitchen for us to make lemonade!
I'm a woman who is immensely blessed with lots of great girlfriends. I have friendships that date back to preschool. I use BFF far too often, but only because I can! I'm not bragging, but I'm one blessed chicka to have so many women to call Best Friends. Each is the Best for different reasons. A group of them are notoriously called 'The Chaos Sisters!"
Chaos Sisters: 4 Jesus following moms/girlfriends who are traveling together through some of life's more chaotic, messy seasons.
2 of us are in the midst of ending marriages. 2 of us are wrestling with cancer and its toll on our families. 2 of us are teachers. 2 of us come from alcoholic families. 2 of us are intimately acquainted with the frustrations of unemployment and the insanity of the country's loan modification nightmare. (Luke 10:1-3)
Between the 4 of us, we have 9 kids. Thankfully, our kids have been friends since before they could walk.
I do not think it the least bit coincidental that we all became friends the way we did, in the time we did. Only God knew that we each would need a friend who understands intimately the nature of our life's chaos.
These are sacred relationships.
The kind that only come along once or twice in a lifetime.
These are women I can text or call in the middle of the night, without a second thought.
These are women who are strong: in faith, in courage, in love, in laughter.
We can laugh at ourselves and our situations; and celebrate the fact that while today is chaotic, we each are loved and known by The One who calms the storm.
Because of this, we know we will triumph in the end.
My daughter even has her very own Chaos Sister. In addition to her friendships with the Chaos Kids, God gave her a new best bud for first grade.
The first day of school, she and I befriended a fellow student (M.) and her mom, (K.) Ironically, the mom and I recognized each other from our high school track team. Sure enough.... K was a single mom, living with her mother while looking for a job and reestablishing herself after her divorce.
The day we met, I was still married and had no clue what lay ahead.
I'm so thankful God knew and had already made preparations.
While Jesus talks repeatedly about going before us and preparing a place for us in Heaven, (John 14:1-3) I can't help but believe he's also preparing that way for us in the minutia of our lives here on earth. He knows what we need before we need it, often before we realize we need it! For this fact alone, today I am thankful!
I'm a woman who is immensely blessed with lots of great girlfriends. I have friendships that date back to preschool. I use BFF far too often, but only because I can! I'm not bragging, but I'm one blessed chicka to have so many women to call Best Friends. Each is the Best for different reasons. A group of them are notoriously called 'The Chaos Sisters!"
Chaos Sisters: 4 Jesus following moms/girlfriends who are traveling together through some of life's more chaotic, messy seasons.
2 of us are in the midst of ending marriages. 2 of us are wrestling with cancer and its toll on our families. 2 of us are teachers. 2 of us come from alcoholic families. 2 of us are intimately acquainted with the frustrations of unemployment and the insanity of the country's loan modification nightmare. (Luke 10:1-3)
Between the 4 of us, we have 9 kids. Thankfully, our kids have been friends since before they could walk.
I do not think it the least bit coincidental that we all became friends the way we did, in the time we did. Only God knew that we each would need a friend who understands intimately the nature of our life's chaos.
These are sacred relationships.
The kind that only come along once or twice in a lifetime.
These are women I can text or call in the middle of the night, without a second thought.
These are women who are strong: in faith, in courage, in love, in laughter.
We can laugh at ourselves and our situations; and celebrate the fact that while today is chaotic, we each are loved and known by The One who calms the storm.
Because of this, we know we will triumph in the end.
My daughter even has her very own Chaos Sister. In addition to her friendships with the Chaos Kids, God gave her a new best bud for first grade.
The first day of school, she and I befriended a fellow student (M.) and her mom, (K.) Ironically, the mom and I recognized each other from our high school track team. Sure enough.... K was a single mom, living with her mother while looking for a job and reestablishing herself after her divorce.
The day we met, I was still married and had no clue what lay ahead.
I'm so thankful God knew and had already made preparations.
While Jesus talks repeatedly about going before us and preparing a place for us in Heaven, (John 14:1-3) I can't help but believe he's also preparing that way for us in the minutia of our lives here on earth. He knows what we need before we need it, often before we realize we need it! For this fact alone, today I am thankful!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
The last word on us. Or How Did I Get Here, part 2
In hindsight, I realize I've spent the better part of the previous 5-8 years striving, planning, submitting, leading, relaxing, tensing up, focusing and working on trying to make my marriage work. I went to counseling, read all the relationship books, sought advise, and memorized Proverbs 31.
Instead of owning up to the fact that his heart wasn't in it and he really wasn't interested in a relationship with me, I took on the responsibility that somehow I was the problem. If only I was thinner, better, smarter, more submissive, quieter, less outgoing, less or more of everything, less ME, then our relationship might work...I kept striving to be what he wanted, all the while trying not to lose myself. I failed miserably on both accounts.
I never realized the only thing he wanted from me was a way out. Its always easier to let someone else take responsibility for a situation when doing so yourself might make you look like a schmuck.
On the positive side, now that I no longer expect him to fulfill the role and duties of my husband, we are better able to focus on our kids. Albeit, not the way God intended, nor what I'd originally intended, but I'll take what I can get at this point.
Tempting as it is to rehash the gory details of my marriage, I've decided since my husband no longer wants a relationship with me, continuing to dignify our marriage any further only proves destructive. So, I've said all I'm going to say about how it all fell apart.
This blog is where I can (over)share with those who are concerned and want to keep track of me, know how things are going and hear what God is doing in the midst of my currently messed-up life. I can be accountable to look forward, write and process this major life transition, establish a respectful co-parenting relationship my kids' dad, focus on the opportunity a new beginning provides and reflect on the relationships that still matter.
To vent my anger and frustration, my hurts and heartaches, I have girlfriends I go clubbing* with.
*Clubbing may or may not involve adult beverages, golf clubs and formerly sentimental reminders of previous relationships. Clubbing DOES NOT involve dance clubs, singles bars or other "meat market" type establishments.
Feel free to email me with questions, but please try not to take pot shots.... that doesn't help anyone.
Instead of owning up to the fact that his heart wasn't in it and he really wasn't interested in a relationship with me, I took on the responsibility that somehow I was the problem. If only I was thinner, better, smarter, more submissive, quieter, less outgoing, less or more of everything, less ME, then our relationship might work...I kept striving to be what he wanted, all the while trying not to lose myself. I failed miserably on both accounts.
I never realized the only thing he wanted from me was a way out. Its always easier to let someone else take responsibility for a situation when doing so yourself might make you look like a schmuck.
On the positive side, now that I no longer expect him to fulfill the role and duties of my husband, we are better able to focus on our kids. Albeit, not the way God intended, nor what I'd originally intended, but I'll take what I can get at this point.
Tempting as it is to rehash the gory details of my marriage, I've decided since my husband no longer wants a relationship with me, continuing to dignify our marriage any further only proves destructive. So, I've said all I'm going to say about how it all fell apart.
This blog is where I can (over)share with those who are concerned and want to keep track of me, know how things are going and hear what God is doing in the midst of my currently messed-up life. I can be accountable to look forward, write and process this major life transition, establish a respectful co-parenting relationship my kids' dad, focus on the opportunity a new beginning provides and reflect on the relationships that still matter.
To vent my anger and frustration, my hurts and heartaches, I have girlfriends I go clubbing* with.
*Clubbing may or may not involve adult beverages, golf clubs and formerly sentimental reminders of previous relationships. Clubbing DOES NOT involve dance clubs, singles bars or other "meat market" type establishments.
Feel free to email me with questions, but please try not to take pot shots.... that doesn't help anyone.
Monday, March 14, 2011
A new physical experience....
I'm 40! I'm quite proud of 40! I've lived a rich life for 40! I've experienced my fair share of good and bad physical sensations in my 40 year old body... but I have to admit, today was a new one. Honestly, at this stage of the game, I didn't think there was much left physically to experience .... well, except for jumping out of an airplane, but hey, I'm thinking I can live peacefully without feeding my curiosity about that thrill.
As I was brushing my teeth, my mouth full of toothpaste, I started to snicker as I realized there was no holding back that familiar tickle in the back of my throat, at the base of my sinuses.... Immediately, I remembered the trick I'd learned from a friend after her nose job - when you have to sneeze and shouldn't--rub the roof of your mouth with your tongue until the urge goes away.
I tried this trick. The toothpaste just dripped out both corners of my mouth like Dracula after a midnight snack. The urge to sneeze was increasingly intense. There was no way to ditch the toothpaste before the sinus explosion. I just had to let it rip....
I sneezed!
With a toothbrush in my mouth full of toothpaste, I sneezed! I panicked as the idea that I might choke to death passed like a bullet through my mind... what will the Medical Examiner say? Death by toothpaste? Will this end up on an episode of CSI? How will my mother find me? Will she be more upset that I choked to death or that there is Crest sprayed all over the bathroom like blood spatter from a close-range wound?
Thankfully, I survived. Admittedly, it was one of the oddest sensations I've ever had.... like that first innocent drink of unknowingly spiked punch...
A good sneeze, when one does not hold back, is quite stress-relieving.... this was like that, but with a minty-fresh twist. :)
By the way, cleaning up fresh toothpaste is much easier than the dried on stuff....
- I've been around the block, so I've definitely experienced all the R-rated good stuff that isn't appropriate for this blog. :)
- I've gotten the giggles in the middle of a funeral, church and several other seriously inappropriate occasions, I've developed a UTI at a sports venue, fallen asleep in class, at the movies and almost behind the wheel.
- I've skied first tracks in knee deep powder on a crystal clear sunny day in the back bowls at Vail.
- I have walked on the pristine, unadulterated white sandy beach of a no-name village in Mexico.
- I've belly-flopped, water-skied and face planted in cold, mountain lakes
- I've felt the lung burning thrill of climbing a 14'er... even if the burn came at only 12k ft and I never made it to the actual summit....
- I've laid out in the California sun without sunscreen and suffered the consequential sunburn
- I've played in the Sand Dunes, the Desert, mud puddles and the hot rocks of Lake Powell
- I have given birth to 2 children and lost 2 others. I have the emotional and physical scars to show for it
- I have early stage arthritis in far more joints than I care to count
- I've had chest pains, migraines, ankle sprains, the wind knocked out of me, a baseball bat to the jaw, reconstructive knee surgeries, blisters, sties, ingrown hairs, boils, zits, blistering sunburns, road rash, razor burn, stress fractures, fingernails torn off and all sorts of other painful indignities.
As I was brushing my teeth, my mouth full of toothpaste, I started to snicker as I realized there was no holding back that familiar tickle in the back of my throat, at the base of my sinuses.... Immediately, I remembered the trick I'd learned from a friend after her nose job - when you have to sneeze and shouldn't--rub the roof of your mouth with your tongue until the urge goes away.
I tried this trick. The toothpaste just dripped out both corners of my mouth like Dracula after a midnight snack. The urge to sneeze was increasingly intense. There was no way to ditch the toothpaste before the sinus explosion. I just had to let it rip....
I sneezed!
With a toothbrush in my mouth full of toothpaste, I sneezed! I panicked as the idea that I might choke to death passed like a bullet through my mind... what will the Medical Examiner say? Death by toothpaste? Will this end up on an episode of CSI? How will my mother find me? Will she be more upset that I choked to death or that there is Crest sprayed all over the bathroom like blood spatter from a close-range wound?
Thankfully, I survived. Admittedly, it was one of the oddest sensations I've ever had.... like that first innocent drink of unknowingly spiked punch...
A good sneeze, when one does not hold back, is quite stress-relieving.... this was like that, but with a minty-fresh twist. :)
By the way, cleaning up fresh toothpaste is much easier than the dried on stuff....
Saturday, March 12, 2011
How did I get here????
A former youth minister, I left my career to get married . Knowing that youth ministry and family life are often incompatible, I focused on a new ministry at home - having husband and a family. When the kids came along, I figured out a way I could work part time from home and manage to keep family life my #1 priority. I succeeded pretty well, or so I thought.
Evidently, I was wrong. Very wrong.
After 10 years of marriage and a series of bizarre extended family dramas, my husband closed our joint bank accounts and redirected all his income into his own private account, leaving me with no access to money. He informed me he wasn't interested in counseling, but would provide a roof over my head until our lease was up in March. He moved into his new place in February.
In March, with no job in sight, no $$$, a toenail full of dignity and a boat load of faith, I moved my belongings into storage and my 2 children and I back into the bedroom I grew up in at my parents' home.
So, for today, I'm warm, safe and dry in my parents' home. Not ideal, as it comes with its own quirky set of unique challenges, but thankfully I'm not living in a refrigerator box. I have the kids during the week while I'm unemployed, Dad has the kids on the weekends .... just makes more sense that way. It only sucks a little. My parents enjoy the break from the noise and the energy that fills their home during the week. I enjoy the chance to send out more resumes, uninterrupted.
Evidently, I was wrong. Very wrong.
After 10 years of marriage and a series of bizarre extended family dramas, my husband closed our joint bank accounts and redirected all his income into his own private account, leaving me with no access to money. He informed me he wasn't interested in counseling, but would provide a roof over my head until our lease was up in March. He moved into his new place in February.
In March, with no job in sight, no $$$, a toenail full of dignity and a boat load of faith, I moved my belongings into storage and my 2 children and I back into the bedroom I grew up in at my parents' home.
So, for today, I'm warm, safe and dry in my parents' home. Not ideal, as it comes with its own quirky set of unique challenges, but thankfully I'm not living in a refrigerator box. I have the kids during the week while I'm unemployed, Dad has the kids on the weekends .... just makes more sense that way. It only sucks a little. My parents enjoy the break from the noise and the energy that fills their home during the week. I enjoy the chance to send out more resumes, uninterrupted.
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