Twenty-four years ago today, Himself and I were married. Say what? I look in the mirror and wonder where that young woman disappeared to. When did my grandmother replace her?
Since that fateful eve, I have given birth to a son, welcomed a granddaughter, buried two grandmothers (one of whom was my best friend)and a father-in-law. Buildings have come down and wars have been fought. We moved into a house and have nearly lost it to the economy and our own fiscal foolishness.
Good things and bad have come our way and gone from our hands; many tears have fallen and many laughs have been guffawed. We have survived an autism diagnosis and watched our grandbaby triumph and fail.
There were times I thought we wouldn’t make it; kindness and cruelty have come from my lips with, it seems, not enough of the former. Still, we stick around.
About my grandmother looking back at me from the mirror: she was my best friend, a woman I wanted to emulate. If I am going to age to reflect anyone, I am glad it is she, whom I still miss every day.
Happy anniversary, Himself. Let’s try a little harder.
Nearly every Sunday during (American) football season, my son’s friends fill my living room and watch the games together. Truth be told, I like it. I would like to have my living room to myself but seeing them enjoy each other is worth the bother.
Unlike other wives, I am not a football widow. I like the game and understand it. The Boy started playing when he was seven years old but my interest was piqued before that; long before that. I, gail of the great Atlantic northeast, am a Seattle Seahawks fan! Yup, the entire country stands between me and my team.
There is really no reason why I got into that other than Sundays in autumn are all about football. And church. Period. Also, I want to get some entries going.
Trying to figure what to write has been so difficult. Do you really want to hear about my tantrum last night when I couldn’t take what was going on any longer? Or about how I am disappointed that The Girl isn’t taking Isabella to the free special needs dance classes? Or that I am sleeping a lot, probably because of fibromyalgia and the stress of having to be up very early with Bells to get her ready for the school bus? Or that I need some time to myself and haven’t been getting it? That I need a visit with my bff in the worst way?
Why would you want to hear about any of that?! I don’t even want to hear about it. I am not liking myself very much right now but that will pass.
Let me leave you with this: foo do fa fa
Maybe you will forgive me when you can’t get this out of your head!
It’s hard to come up with a title for a post when I have no clue what I am going to write about so I will leave that until I finish.
After meeting some wonderfully interesting new people through the Five Minutes for Moms blog party, I find that not writing seems lame. If all the other busy people I visit can find time to write why can’t I?
It is not really about time. It is the fear of boring people to tears. Hmmm…boring to tears…what causes that…yawning? I digress…I like to digress…
Life in my little corner of the great Atlantic northeast is rarely boring. Three to four days a week I take my grandbaby, Isabella (Bells or Boo to me most of the time) to school. Morning is not my favorite time of day so this is an effort. After that, if my fms (fibromyalgia) isn’t kicking my bum causing me to have to go back to bed for a couple of hours, I try to get some work done. I don’t often succeed. You see, I have an aversion to housework. I say it is because I am a perfectionist. If I can’t do it perfectly, why do it at all?!
I am the team captain for our Autism Speaks walk next month. By this time last year, I had a team of about fifteen and had raised hundreds of dollars. My team is only around six people right now and I haven’t even raised $200. This is very discouraging.
Quite a bit of my time has been spent helping out mother-in-love. Yes, you read that right. I love my mother-in-law. She is 85 and in poor health and I am the only one in the area who doesn’t have a full-time job. I don’t mind. It is a labor of love.
Too much time is spent on my netbook. ’nuff said about that.
For the last few months, I have been enjoying a study of the Old Testament that a friend teaches and have started a study of the gospel of John with another friend. It has been quite some time since I have been in a Bible study group and this is a great development.
My eyes are tearing up. Bored to tears….I won’t put you through any more mediocrity. Just know that I want to stay in your lives and will keep up as best I can.
Oy, what a long week! Isabella spent two days home from school with a cold. Thankfully, it didn’t turn into anything worse like her mom had.
Saturday mornings are my time to sleep in and make up for the energy I expend during the week. Fibromyalgia doesn’t respect that have “places to go and people to see.” If I didn’t have Saturdays to recharge I would be layed out and unable to do what I have to do.
I am blessed that my fms is not totally debilitating. Some people sleep up to eighteen hours a day!
Next week is spring vacation and The Girl (my daughter who is a nanny) has most of the week off to spend with Bells. Yea! A week off for me!
It is supposed to be 80 degrees this Monday. Not good! Already the pollen count is high. Those who have been around a while know that hot weather, pollen and humidity are not my friends. Yuck.
I realize I am jabbering without a destination but, if I wait until I come up with something “deep” or amusing it might take a while.
Oh, Team Isabella walks again for the Walk for Autism Speaks. If you would like to donate, please email me and I will give you the information. We raise nearly $3000 last year!
Hope ya’ll have a great weekend, g