I managed to survive Doctor Day and come out the other side. When I wrote my last post, I was filled with dread. A week of bad food, little exercise, and a lot of crying from my daughter left me feeling less than encouraged about my visit. It is fair to say we are back on the exercise circuit. I did manage to find an extra day to work out by joining a second gym. (I am the only person that I know who belongs to two gyms.) My kind friend pointed out that I had my workout clothes on today so that is a good sign.
It is fair to say that I avoided disaster several times last week. I was saved when my car decided to quit on me again. (My dealer is currently selling a blue Mustang but it is a stick shift.) I managed a visit to my friend, the dermatologist, and was elated after a trip with someone else to the doctor. The only problems still pending are the new mixer that blew up on our first use and our need for a new roof.
Today, I was reminded that there are good people in the world who really are willing to help and you really don't have to do everything yourself. I apparently need a lot of reminders. A few years ago, I gave up my position as the Class Agent for my graduating college class. I had just planned a class reunion and my attempts at two letters a year were rarely met on time. In the latest letter, one of my classmates was kind enough to thank me for doing it for so long. It continues to be carried on by a very smart, talented woman so there is really no loss except one less thing for me to do.
Blessings,
Cindy
Monday, September 26, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Good question
A few weeks ago, a friend sent me an email that simply said, "Do you think it would be insane to adopt as a single woman?" My immediate response was that I would do it in a heartbeat if my situation was different. This week has me trying out life as a single parent and I think it is fair to say that it isn't ideal. At least, it isn't ideal for me.
My husband is busy a lot of the time between work and his nasty commute. The rest of the time my daughter keeps him busy. It might be at the pool, on the swing, or reading yet another princess story. The point is that we appreciate him a lot. A week on our own tells me that we should appreciate him more. My darling daughter is getting better as the week goes on. At the start of the week, she went to bed crying and woke up crying. She tells me that her heart hurts. She was even brave enough to tell him to "come home right now!"
My husband is racing this week. We know he loves it. Personally, it makes me want to throw up on my shoes. One of his relatives pointed out that I knew he was a race car driver when I met him. She is right but there is a difference between knowing and experiencing it. It only took one race for all of us to figure out that I was not the most stable addition to the team. He married me anyway.
As life went on, things got a little more complicated. Now, there is grass to mow and a roof to fix. My darling daughter can't understand how Dad could miss a socccer game since he is one of the coaches. The stakes are a little higher. It is one thing to fly your girlfriend across the country and quite another to listen to your darling daughter crying on the phone. So, today we wait. Just one more day.
We are also going to see my favorite Doctor today. I can't imagine what on earth I might have been thinking when I scheduled this appointment on the eve of the biggest race of the year and at the end of my stint as a single parent.
Blessings,
Cindy
My husband is busy a lot of the time between work and his nasty commute. The rest of the time my daughter keeps him busy. It might be at the pool, on the swing, or reading yet another princess story. The point is that we appreciate him a lot. A week on our own tells me that we should appreciate him more. My darling daughter is getting better as the week goes on. At the start of the week, she went to bed crying and woke up crying. She tells me that her heart hurts. She was even brave enough to tell him to "come home right now!"
My husband is racing this week. We know he loves it. Personally, it makes me want to throw up on my shoes. One of his relatives pointed out that I knew he was a race car driver when I met him. She is right but there is a difference between knowing and experiencing it. It only took one race for all of us to figure out that I was not the most stable addition to the team. He married me anyway.
As life went on, things got a little more complicated. Now, there is grass to mow and a roof to fix. My darling daughter can't understand how Dad could miss a socccer game since he is one of the coaches. The stakes are a little higher. It is one thing to fly your girlfriend across the country and quite another to listen to your darling daughter crying on the phone. So, today we wait. Just one more day.
We are also going to see my favorite Doctor today. I can't imagine what on earth I might have been thinking when I scheduled this appointment on the eve of the biggest race of the year and at the end of my stint as a single parent.
Blessings,
Cindy
Friday, September 16, 2011
Reality check
I apologize that it has taken me a week to share with all of you that Disney was spectacular! A lot of people told me to wait until your kids are older so they will remember it. I totally disagree having just arrived home. My daughter might not remember it but her face was priceless. She loved it and the sight of my Cinderella in her full gown on the shoulders of her Prince Charming is one that I will remember long after I am an old lady.
As for trying to avoid becoming an old lady, I have to say that reality is brutal. We were home for a total of 45 minutes before we went to our friend's very fun birthday party. On our way home, we went to the grocery where I realized that I didn't put my debit card back in my purse. (You can just have Prince Charming cover your purchases when you are at Disney.) By the time we worked that out, it was time to go home and get ready for school the next day.
My daughter has done very well adjusting to the regular routine and a new teacher. I am another story. At Disney, your car doesn't decide not to start at the Delta check in gate. (The airport security boys do not apprecciate that at all.) You also don't have to be anywhere other than a dinner reservation. Other people cook and serve your food. They do the dishes too. Someone made the beds and someone else even drives you where you need to go. It is a little bit of an adjustment.
I am very thankful to my dad who moved in to take care of my dog. My mom also took a turn taking care of him and my friend came to visit in between their visits. Hank is still alive and well but he was very happy to see that I replenished his treat supply. Disney does not sell dog bones and I think they are really missing the market. I am also grateful to my friend who bailed me out this week and my mom who covered for me so I could volunteer a few hours. In addition to having lots of fun, I have called in a lot of favors lately and am quite sure my account is in the negative by now.
The man at airport security asked whose machine was on the belt as I was trying to leave Minnesota. I explained that it was mine and I had a nebulizer, a vest, and an oxygen machine. He replied, with love, "You are a nightmare!" That pretty much sums it up.
Blessings,
Cindy
As for trying to avoid becoming an old lady, I have to say that reality is brutal. We were home for a total of 45 minutes before we went to our friend's very fun birthday party. On our way home, we went to the grocery where I realized that I didn't put my debit card back in my purse. (You can just have Prince Charming cover your purchases when you are at Disney.) By the time we worked that out, it was time to go home and get ready for school the next day.
My daughter has done very well adjusting to the regular routine and a new teacher. I am another story. At Disney, your car doesn't decide not to start at the Delta check in gate. (The airport security boys do not apprecciate that at all.) You also don't have to be anywhere other than a dinner reservation. Other people cook and serve your food. They do the dishes too. Someone made the beds and someone else even drives you where you need to go. It is a little bit of an adjustment.
I am very thankful to my dad who moved in to take care of my dog. My mom also took a turn taking care of him and my friend came to visit in between their visits. Hank is still alive and well but he was very happy to see that I replenished his treat supply. Disney does not sell dog bones and I think they are really missing the market. I am also grateful to my friend who bailed me out this week and my mom who covered for me so I could volunteer a few hours. In addition to having lots of fun, I have called in a lot of favors lately and am quite sure my account is in the negative by now.
The man at airport security asked whose machine was on the belt as I was trying to leave Minnesota. I explained that it was mine and I had a nebulizer, a vest, and an oxygen machine. He replied, with love, "You are a nightmare!" That pretty much sums it up.
Blessings,
Cindy
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Procrastination
There are a host of things that I should be doing right now and none of them involve updating my blog. This week, I am getting ready to set out on a new adventure but I secretly have a heavy heart. My daughter's best friend is getting ready to move across town and start Kindergarten this week. The going off to school part is bad enough but the move across town makes me sad. It is for all the right reasons and there is nothing to say that we can't join them but it brings about a lot of change at our house.
I might be handling it better if my daugther's other best friend was not contemplating a move across the country. Again, it is a great opportunity and a move for all the right reasons in the long run but the short term is hard on the heart. I have no room to talk as I have moved to another part of the country on more than one occassion. I think I would handle it all a little better if I could fly more easily. I am still trying to make it to NC and I am quite sure my name is muddy in OH by now.
A few of my friends from college are trying to plan a fall adventure. I gave the one date that we don't have Chinese class and they are working out a location. It is just a little hard for me to plan. I am all about getting together as long as I am healthy and stay healthy. I can still remember my friend's voice when I had to cancel the trip we planned for our 30th birthday. She was a trooper and drove to my house arriving very late at night as she said we were going to celebrate anyway.
So, for a few days, we are going to pack up and relish in the fantasy that vacation has to offer. I hope to leave my heavy heart at the airport and try not to pick it up when we get home. Your friends really are your friends wherever you live. It just takes a little bit more effort and a good phone plan.
Blessings,
Cindy
I might be handling it better if my daugther's other best friend was not contemplating a move across the country. Again, it is a great opportunity and a move for all the right reasons in the long run but the short term is hard on the heart. I have no room to talk as I have moved to another part of the country on more than one occassion. I think I would handle it all a little better if I could fly more easily. I am still trying to make it to NC and I am quite sure my name is muddy in OH by now.
A few of my friends from college are trying to plan a fall adventure. I gave the one date that we don't have Chinese class and they are working out a location. It is just a little hard for me to plan. I am all about getting together as long as I am healthy and stay healthy. I can still remember my friend's voice when I had to cancel the trip we planned for our 30th birthday. She was a trooper and drove to my house arriving very late at night as she said we were going to celebrate anyway.
So, for a few days, we are going to pack up and relish in the fantasy that vacation has to offer. I hope to leave my heavy heart at the airport and try not to pick it up when we get home. Your friends really are your friends wherever you live. It just takes a little bit more effort and a good phone plan.
Blessings,
Cindy
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