Sunday, November 16, 2008
Emotional Me!
So I am feeling like a manic crazy person. I just about had a melt down because the pizza I ordered wasn't right when they delivered it. I am a teary mess today. I am also upset because we may have to get rid of one of our cats. She has no clue how to deal with her claws so everything gets scratched and she pees all over any fabric she finds. I had hoped she would grow out of both but she hasn't and neither habit is okay for a baby. I am sure that is the root of my emotional junk but it sucks so much. This is our daughters cat and I know she will be devastated. I am also scared she will blame the baby which could create some tension there. Ugggg. I swear I get one stressful thing out of my life and a new one pops in. I am a firm believer that God gives us only what we can handle but it would be nice if he didn't think I could handle so much. I would like a break, at least until the baby is here, then I'll take the baby stress and all the other junk will seem pale, lol. I think I may go take a bath and hope that helps to relax me so I can stop crying at the drop of a hat.
Happiness is.......
getting woken up by a gorgeous man kissing you and telling you how beautiful you are even though you feel like a large whale.
having a wonderful daughter who kisses your belly before she even says good morning to you, thus proving her amazing big sister skills.
chocolate.
foot rubs and lazy days.
best friends.
sunshine.
watching a fun movie with your child and seeing her eyes light up at the happily ever after part.
butterfly kisses.
bubble baths.
yummy smelling kitty cats.
stretchy pants.
Thanksgiving dinners with family.
Christmas mornings.
I think my list could go on forever. I am so very blessed and so unbelievably lucky. Even on my worst days I can come up with a never ending supply of beautiful things that fill my life.
having a wonderful daughter who kisses your belly before she even says good morning to you, thus proving her amazing big sister skills.
chocolate.
foot rubs and lazy days.
best friends.
sunshine.
watching a fun movie with your child and seeing her eyes light up at the happily ever after part.
butterfly kisses.
bubble baths.
yummy smelling kitty cats.
stretchy pants.
Thanksgiving dinners with family.
Christmas mornings.
I think my list could go on forever. I am so very blessed and so unbelievably lucky. Even on my worst days I can come up with a never ending supply of beautiful things that fill my life.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Lucky Me!!
So, despite the stress, I am a pretty blessed woman. I have a great kid with another almost here. I have this husband who still amazes me. (We have been married almost 8 years and still, this very morning, he calls and gets romantic. He saw the sunset on his way home and said its beauty reminded him of me so he had to call me. How cute is that?) I have a few "jobs" that give me something to do when I can't talk to a 6 year old or watch TV any more. (That's what house wives do right?) I have some awesome friends. (Changing names so nothing can be used as evidence of our crimes later)
Gracie is one of my longest standing and greatest friends. We married different versions of the same man. (Moody, a bit of a cave man, big hearted, devoted, and sometimes a bit dense. Also very good with his hands, hehe.) We met because our men worked together, we became fast friends because my man was still in the bad boy stage and had gotten into trouble. Cash was needed so her and I ventured from 1 little ole town to another not much bigger with 4 kids (3 hers and 1 mine) and lots of his junk and found a pawn shop. Those were the days! Now we still talk regularly and our guys have figured out that distance isn't going to tame the friendship so they lovingly allow us to go through our cell minutes with amazing speed. Our men also know if one of us is upset they better be prepared for a long phone call because thats just what we do. If one of these calls happens during dinner, well they will get fed, it just might not be the perfection we are known for and it may take a bit longer.
Maggy is one of my newest but also a greatest. We met online. (I know - gasp!) We were sisters after the first phone call. Now after many visits, more phone calls than can be counted, and texting out the wazoo we are better than ever. She and Gracie are a couple of the few who get me. I can be manic, depressed, giggly, or anxious and no matter the mood they are willing to talk or at least say "yup" in the appropriate places while I talk, lol. Maggy has had some heavy stuff and even with it being hard she has been a champ. She inspires me daily and helps me be a better me just in the effort to match her amazing strength. I can call her any time and unless her "monster" son is being himself I get her attention and a great friend to talk to. We can talk for hours about absolutely nothing and once off the phone neither of us can explain to anyone what we talked about for so long. It is a good thing we can talk for free because my husband might have killed me long ago otherwise.
Martha (Yes uninventive but so true) is my organizer. The woman can plan a 5-star meal for 80 blindfolded and with a hand tied behind her back. She literally astounds me with her feminine skills. She cooks like a dream, doesn't panic when I cry, and is always just a quick drive away. I can discuss pregnancy pains with her and have her know exactly what I mean. She even has managed to think my guy is decent though she has been privy to one of his dumb rude moments a time or two. She is great at getting what I mean even when I am not too clear about it, hehehe.
Those 3 are on my speed dial and if I want to talk they get called with regularity, lol. My best friend, however, is my main squeeze. (Or only squeeze if you want to be specific.) No one has loved me more or better than he does. He spoils me rotten and loves me so much I can still be surprised by it. We have been together 9 years as of this past October. We met on my 17th birthday. I had a jerk of a boyfriend so my friends decided it was time to find someone new. They took me "cruising" the main street of the town next to ours and I ran into an old friend. I decided to let him drive me home so we could catch up and his goofy friend made sure to tell me to wear my seat belt. Yup his first words to me were so romantic. "Put on your seat belt, this guy can drive like a mad man." He says he knew right then I was supposed to be his wife. I guess dating my friend after that was proof eh? LOL. The day that sealed my fate was when a good friend passed away. My guy took me into the mountains to my favorite place and just held me as the rain came down and the tears racked my body. We had our first kiss next to a fairy stream that night and no matter what happened we have been tied to each other since. We got married about 18 months later and after 7 years and 9 months of wedded bliss and/or terror depending on the month we are still going strong. He somehow sees all the pieces of me and knows how they fit together even when I don't. He can tell how my day will go usually before I can just by how my mood is in the morning and usually heads off the bad days. He has given me the gift of our glorious daughter and a baby cooking in my oven, lol.
Now that is not to say we are perfect. We have had some very tough years. Years I had huge moments where I thought we had reached the end. Years filled with fights and distrust but somehow we made it through and we made it better. Now the only issues we fight over are the cats needing a bath and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. He can be an over-protective lump sometimes but he has also seen very bad things in his life and earned the right to be a bit cynical about humanity in general. He can sometimes say the one thing that will hurt me even when he is trying not to which leads to me crying. We get through that easily though and have pretty much always stuck to the "Don't go to bed mad" rule. Even a huge fight is over in a few hours now and we are doing great.
I have so many other great people in my life to talk about but if I don't do that pesky cat washing chore and he wakes up sneezing I may get chased around the house and I am a bit too pregnant to be running.
Gracie is one of my longest standing and greatest friends. We married different versions of the same man. (Moody, a bit of a cave man, big hearted, devoted, and sometimes a bit dense. Also very good with his hands, hehe.) We met because our men worked together, we became fast friends because my man was still in the bad boy stage and had gotten into trouble. Cash was needed so her and I ventured from 1 little ole town to another not much bigger with 4 kids (3 hers and 1 mine) and lots of his junk and found a pawn shop. Those were the days! Now we still talk regularly and our guys have figured out that distance isn't going to tame the friendship so they lovingly allow us to go through our cell minutes with amazing speed. Our men also know if one of us is upset they better be prepared for a long phone call because thats just what we do. If one of these calls happens during dinner, well they will get fed, it just might not be the perfection we are known for and it may take a bit longer.
Maggy is one of my newest but also a greatest. We met online. (I know - gasp!) We were sisters after the first phone call. Now after many visits, more phone calls than can be counted, and texting out the wazoo we are better than ever. She and Gracie are a couple of the few who get me. I can be manic, depressed, giggly, or anxious and no matter the mood they are willing to talk or at least say "yup" in the appropriate places while I talk, lol. Maggy has had some heavy stuff and even with it being hard she has been a champ. She inspires me daily and helps me be a better me just in the effort to match her amazing strength. I can call her any time and unless her "monster" son is being himself I get her attention and a great friend to talk to. We can talk for hours about absolutely nothing and once off the phone neither of us can explain to anyone what we talked about for so long. It is a good thing we can talk for free because my husband might have killed me long ago otherwise.
Martha (Yes uninventive but so true) is my organizer. The woman can plan a 5-star meal for 80 blindfolded and with a hand tied behind her back. She literally astounds me with her feminine skills. She cooks like a dream, doesn't panic when I cry, and is always just a quick drive away. I can discuss pregnancy pains with her and have her know exactly what I mean. She even has managed to think my guy is decent though she has been privy to one of his dumb rude moments a time or two. She is great at getting what I mean even when I am not too clear about it, hehehe.
Those 3 are on my speed dial and if I want to talk they get called with regularity, lol. My best friend, however, is my main squeeze. (Or only squeeze if you want to be specific.) No one has loved me more or better than he does. He spoils me rotten and loves me so much I can still be surprised by it. We have been together 9 years as of this past October. We met on my 17th birthday. I had a jerk of a boyfriend so my friends decided it was time to find someone new. They took me "cruising" the main street of the town next to ours and I ran into an old friend. I decided to let him drive me home so we could catch up and his goofy friend made sure to tell me to wear my seat belt. Yup his first words to me were so romantic. "Put on your seat belt, this guy can drive like a mad man." He says he knew right then I was supposed to be his wife. I guess dating my friend after that was proof eh? LOL. The day that sealed my fate was when a good friend passed away. My guy took me into the mountains to my favorite place and just held me as the rain came down and the tears racked my body. We had our first kiss next to a fairy stream that night and no matter what happened we have been tied to each other since. We got married about 18 months later and after 7 years and 9 months of wedded bliss and/or terror depending on the month we are still going strong. He somehow sees all the pieces of me and knows how they fit together even when I don't. He can tell how my day will go usually before I can just by how my mood is in the morning and usually heads off the bad days. He has given me the gift of our glorious daughter and a baby cooking in my oven, lol.
Now that is not to say we are perfect. We have had some very tough years. Years I had huge moments where I thought we had reached the end. Years filled with fights and distrust but somehow we made it through and we made it better. Now the only issues we fight over are the cats needing a bath and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. He can be an over-protective lump sometimes but he has also seen very bad things in his life and earned the right to be a bit cynical about humanity in general. He can sometimes say the one thing that will hurt me even when he is trying not to which leads to me crying. We get through that easily though and have pretty much always stuck to the "Don't go to bed mad" rule. Even a huge fight is over in a few hours now and we are doing great.
I have so many other great people in my life to talk about but if I don't do that pesky cat washing chore and he wakes up sneezing I may get chased around the house and I am a bit too pregnant to be running.
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