6 posts tagged “kids”
Well, since my blogs have mostly been depressing and whiny lately, I thought I'd post a couple of funnies. With kids, dogs, cats, and birds all living with me in relative harmony, strange things happen at my house all the time. I've really gotten used to it. But every once in a while, something comes up that surprises even me.
Random acts of kitten....
Around the first part of December, I sat down on the edge of the bed around eleven o'clock one night to call Cree and Bennett and tell them goodnight. My bed meowed at me. Rooting around in the rumpled up covers, I found a brand new little grey tabby cat, apparently a gift from my Siamese (who is supposed to be fixed, by the way). That is not what surprised me, because I've found newborn kittens in strange places in my house before.
Fast forward four months, and imagine my surprise when I opened a drawer in my kitchen to get a dish towel and found instead a furry butt. I screamed like a little girl and slammed the drawer shut. A second later, I realized what I had seen was not a rodent, but my four month old kitten, Tilly - napping in my dish towel drawer. Apparently, she opens the cabinet underneath the drawer and uses the recessed shelf inside as a step, enabling her to climb into the drawer while leaving it shut. Bennett and Cree are in town, so I have yet to live down the whole 'screaming like a little girl' thing. But I was just not expecting a furry form in my kitchen drawer...and yes, all the dishtowels have been re-washed and relocated. I have surrendered the drawer to the cat.
The things kids do to entertain themselves....
Yesterday, when the kids and I got home from school, Cree's kids were out in the front yard playing with giant bubble wands. I told my kids they could stay outside and play. I looked out the window to check on them and saw Cooper (7) and Jared (4) blowing giants bubbles, and KC (9) shooting and popping the bubbles with the Nerf gun. I was pretty impressed with his aim. Pa Pie will be proud.
Rock stars in the making...
Well, my divorce was finalized on Wednesday, March 25, 2009. Eleven years and four days after I became a wife, I was stripped of the title. Walker's been gone for a little over nine months now, and the kids and I have been doing fine. We have our own little routines, our own silly new habits, our own peace with the situation. I did not anticipate the finalization being hard on me.
But, oh, my God.
It was awful. I mean, just terrible. I stood in that courtroom, looking around, and thinking, "Eleven years ago today, I was on my honeymoon." I didn't cry until the judge announced that the court accepted our petition for divorce and declared our marriage dead. Tears started rolling down my face, and I must have looked really pitiful because the court reporter got up and gave me a hug.
Thank God Cree, Kimberly, and my friend The Great Camel were there. They steered me out of the courtroom and into the car, then took me out for lunch and a margarita. I think I was pretty much putty in their hands, my brain was not functioning.
Two days later, my brain is still not functioning. My stomach is sick, I haven't kept much down for a couple of days. My head hurts, probably from crying. All I want to do is sleep, and my cheeks flat-out refuse to turn up into a smile. I just did not anticipate the sheer suckiness of having it publicly acknowledged that your marriage failed and is over.
Done. Kaput. Non-existant. Revoked.
I've been a wife my entire adult life, and I'm just...not one...anymore. The dream I've held in my head for over a decade of us sitting on a front porch, matching rocking chairs, watching the grandkids play in the front yard with the dogs is dead. My marriage is dead. Someone asked me why I was having a tough time with it, since he's been gone for over nine months - it's not like this is new or surprising. The only thing I can compare it to is a funeral. By the time the funeral rolls around, the person you love has already been dead and gone for a couple of days. Yet, you can't help but get hit with a fresh wave of grief when you see that coffin get lowered into the ground because then, it's real. It's final.
It's not like I really have time to wallow in my grief and self-pity: I still have three little kids to take care of. I'm sure that in a couple of days, I'll get my feet back under me and find my smile.
But this seriously sucks.
And, apparently, the cosmos agreed with me. I've never seen a sky like this except in the original Ghostbusters movie. I thought it was kind of appropriate for the day.
You know, I was looking through the few photos I have on here and I saw that cute one of Pedro when he was a puppy. And the one I just love of six muddy little legs in the shower.
And I thought to myself....I got the best of this deal:
I got the most precious kids.
I got the dog.
I definately got the better end of this stick.
Only at my house would you ever hear this. But I honestly just uttered those words to my youngest child, after his elder brother came running in yelling, "Mama! C. just threw the cat at Sister!" Have I mentioned that I feel like I live in the Twilight Zone? Oh, and for you animal-rights activists, Sister caught the cat, soothed it, and put it back down, no harm done. Again, only at my house can an eight-year old catch a cat like it's a pop-up fly ball.
"Guess who's back.
Back again.
Shady's back.
Tell a friend." ~Eminem
Okay, so maybe I haven't been missed as much as Eminem, but I sure have missed y'all!! My wonderful Bennett built me a laptop while he was serving in Iraq, and my wonderful Cree called and got my internet hooked up last week while they were here, so...here I am. It's pretty sad when you can't even afford cheap therapy, right?
But I am officially back in the land of the connected, and I've put tech support on speed dial cuz we all know just how computer savvy I am!
I guess I should try to catch everybody up, but honestly, I don't even know where to start. I'm still living in the Twilight Zone. Walker and I have come to an agreement on the terms of the divorce, we're just waiting for the paperwork to be drawn up so we can sign. I still can't believe my life has come down to signing on the dotted line. I think the reality of the situation has started to sink in with the kids, because they've started to act out a little bit. Tempers flare easily, they argue with me a lot, and they assume responsibilities that aren't theirs while shirking the ones that actually are. I guess I"m going to have to start paying for their therapy a lot younger than I had previously thought!!
But at least now I can post whenever the mood strikes me, and check in on my friends to see how they're doing. And pay my bills online, hallelujah!! And look up Eminem lyrics when I want to...
