Monday, July 25, 2016

When Mom turns Blue

How do you deal? I have a friend who recently told me she had sequential wrecks totaling 3 cars. In the midst of that, she went through a divorce and the plant that she works at is closing, leaving her and 599 other people unemployed over the next year. That's a lot of shit. No other way to say it.

How do you come out on the other do you survive?

I have another friend who tells me, "At least it's not cancer." He's trying to help me put things in perspective. Yes, but what if it is? How do you make it?
Human beings are resilient. Most of the time. Some fail and cower and escape through drugs or alcohol or suicide. Some don't make it.

Work, of late, has been tremendously stressful or me, on my husband, on my family. Since I work with my husband, it doesn't make for a happy home life even after 5 p.m. I drown on a daily basis. I tread and tread water until 5....just enough to breathe. That's what it feels like. I'm scared my husband may have a heart attack from stress and that burdens me even more. I worry that my children are not doted on enough. I don't read enough books or spend enough time playing. They may possibly grow up to be idiots because they just turned two and I haven't started potty training them. I struggle with feeling indefinitely behind. To never catch up and sigh.

I went to the pool Friday night, alone. I haven't been able to swim all summer because if I go to the pool I am too busy trying to keep my twin toddlers from drowning to get in the water and enjoy it myself. But Friday, I went and I swam. I had almost forgotten how. The buoyancy of my 40 year old body is substantially more than any previous age. Fat apparently floats pretty well as I found out on my attempts to touch the pool floor. Great, now I'm too fat to even swim right.
That only left one thing. To float.
So I floated on my back with only 2 inches of my face/nose above the water. I was submerged in the watery sounds. The occasional splash of a kid nearby is all I heard. I felt like I had entered another world and it was so peaceful. It felt like I stayed there for and hour. I didn't care how I looked in my swimsuit or if anyone was looking at me wondering if I were playing dead to test the lifeguards. I didn't care about anything in that watery solace. However, one eventually starts turning pruney after being in the water so long and I had to leave my liquid quiet.

I retreated the rest of the weekend as well. After my swim, I took myself out on a date to a restaurant downtown. Just me. Because I am drowning in my real life.
My marriage is rocky at best. My job is never-ending and unrewarding on a daily basis. I am trapped in this life I've constructed or at least let be constructed around me and I can feel the air being pulled out of my body every day.

It's not cancer. I know. I have a lot of positives..a whole lot. I know....I KNOW. I have all the reasons in the world to look at things and be happy. But I'm not.
Is it the age? Is it the fact that I realize I have more years behind me that I probably have in front of me? In the least, my life is half over.
Is it the ideal? So many pictures of ways I would like to spend my life, things I wish I had time in the day to do. There's just no way to fit them in right now.
I am scared that I keep hoping and planning on one day loving my life and it never getting here. One day may never come and this is all I will have to show for myself.

I started working out. Even hired a personal trainer. He's sweet to me: calls me beautiful when I enter or leave the gym. He's handsome. He's also so young. 25. I am a forty year old mom with a horrible body... and I have an admitted crush on my oh-so-young trainer. Not that I would ever do anything, but God I hate looking at me in spandex. I feel for him having to. All this exercise, more than I've ever done in all my years combined, has given me no results at all. The scale doesn't move. My pants don't fit better. My body parts ache the worst I've ever felt...for nothing. It's very disconcerting. But, you know why I go? Because of my little trainer. I am so sad that I need to pay to see someone just so he can tell me I'm pretty, even though I know he's lying through his teeth.

But, It's not cancer.
There's so much I have that is good. I know there is.
I just can't see it in the waters..the dark murky water that swallows me daily. I am so tired of treading this water. And putting it in print makes it even more oppressive.

You want to know what I don't usually blog about? This. The reality of life. But I'm going to start because if I don't, there may not be a me to resuscitate.

Monday, July 4, 2016

My monkeys

I love these kids to death. They are so much life and excitement on a constant basis. Yes. I get annoyed and tired. Don't think we're the Brady bunch. But I made some awesome little humans. Alex is a freaking Explorer junkie. He could care less if I'm behind him.  Scary for me..thrilling for him. He is such a sweetheart though. He still communicates through pointing and grunting mostly but he's very clear about what he wants. He cracks me up the most because if he wants something to eat he will find a way to get to it. He's a very determined little guy.  William is saying more and more words. He's good at mimiking. He has changed the one word that I had decifered from his own invented language of kekah...which was kee kee..which sounds more like our word for monkey. He repeats thank you and is the king of saying goodbye. He makes a grand exit everywhere we leave. He is also the most likely to hug a stranger. My little lover.

Addison seems to have matured quite a bit this summer. She is easier to talk to and reason with.  I am pretty sure after her 13 days at camp Winshape this summer she will have grown even more. She is going to a new school in a month..a harder school, so I'm hoping this will help with the adjustment.  She's turning out to be quite the little singer too. Quiver in her voice and all. I didn't teach her that. I'm just so happy she can do pretty much everything for herself, although she likes mommy to help for posterity sake. 

Sidebar..July 4th 2016
Addison got her ears pierced today and they look Fabulous.

Boy is it hot

This summer has been a scorcher. We made it to the condo for a week this year just me and the boys. Had my mom there a day and a friend come down a day but mostly I just spent good quality time with my little men.


Yep. I turned 40. I'm old. Spent the weekend in ATL doing some really fun things like a Segway tour and a murder mystery dinner theatre. Let's move on now..nothing to see here.