Monday, November 30, 2009

Who still has leftovers? We do. Since we went away Friday and Saturday we are a little behind. I am thrilled to be eating them however. I haven't cooked which is good because I have the sniffles. I am hoping it doesn't become a full blown cold. Cade is sick. Just a cold nothing flu like thank goodness. I am tired though. Sofie took a late nap yesterday and was zonked for 4 hours. Then of course she didn't want to go to bed on time and I could understand that. I let her stay up and she quietly watched a movie and we read together while Cade wheezed on the extra bed on my room. I knew I had to get her back into her routine and I had no one to blame but myself. She fell asleep around 11pm. She woke up from her nap at 8pm so I knew she wasn't going to bed any time soon. That late bed time would have been ok but she woke up an hour later screaming that her tongue hurt. She was dreaming. Of course I checked and she was fine. I thought she might have bit herself. She was so upset she threw up. I knew it was coming though and got her to the bathroom. It took an hour to get her back to sleep. I was now wired and on my 3rd wind and didn't fall asleep because I was congested myself. Finally around 2:30 I passed out but I had to work today so I was up early. The older boys are up at 5am and I was kind of in and out of it for a bit then got up just before 6am. It's rainy and cold out. I kept busy cleaning and playing with the little ones because I knew if I sat down I was toast. My charge has left for the day and both Cade and Sofie are napping. She is back on schedule and I am very pleased. I will have to make some turkey soup for Cade. His throat is sore and we are out of chicken noodle soup. He doesn't like tomato. I can't imagine that. I love tomato soup. The older boys used to have it all the time when they were little. I make them a special tomato soup thing they ask for all the time now that they have heartier tastes. I get a family sized can of tomato soup and add ground beef (if I have it, it's still good even if I don't add it), french style green beans (kids will eat them but balk at eating regular beans) and cooked elbow macaroni. I add the elbows to each individual bowl because they absorb the soup really quick and then it gets nasty. If I have left overs I keep the pasta separate. Then they add things to the top like shredded cheese, goldfish or sour cream. They love it. Cade though won't eat the actual soup. He is weird. Raw veggies only for him.


I think I am in a new stage of grief for the whole loss of husband thing. My heart is catching up with my mind and that's a good thing. I still cry sometimes. I think there is a big shift in what I am crying for now. It is for me. I tend to stuff emotions away while I am in crisis mode and drag all that crud out later when I can think and deal with things a little better. I figure dealing with grief takes as long as it takes. Some people do it more quickly than others but I wonder if they are just postponing things instead? As for me I am crying or thinking less about losing him and more about losing and accepting the loss of things I thought I had. Like my plans for the future. How I saw myself years down the road. Having to reevaluate and change how I was going to retire and when I was going to go back to school. Coming to grips with the real fact I am not going to have any more kids. I know sounds crazy when I already have 4 but it's less the fact I wanted to have more but that the choice was taken away from me. The loss of option. Now I have mentioned that to others and I have been told I am young and could have more. What if I remarry yada yada. What people who say this to me is a failure to understand who I am now and morally. The idea of having kids with another person makes me queasy. Subjecting my living kids to my selfish whims I can not do. Maybe if it was taking the last cookie, yeah, color me selfish....having another life to care for and they would have to deal with, no. Plus, I don't want to have another kid when I am 40. I am exhausted now at 36. I don't want my kids and maybe grandkids going to school together you know? I had been looking forward to so many things and had so many dreams and goals I had been working toward and now they are gone. I have to deal with my resentment of Sean. Not an easy task. Realize this is my problem, not his. I need to grieve the loss of those things before I can have new dreams and goals. Right now I am stuck. I feel like I am waiting for something. I don't have plans anymore. I don't think about where I will be in five years. When I think about it I get scared and wonder if I will be homeless. I work every day in taking things as they come and I swallow a lot of fear and uncertainty. I know it sounds like I may be in a bad place but I don't feel that way. I feel I am in the middle of something. Something crappy but that there is another side. I see this as progress really. I am not just shoving stuff aside. I want to deal with stuff so I can really move on and not move on and then try and deal with things and drag a whole new batch of people with me. I am working on me. That is when I am not dealing with all those pesky life issues. "Slow but sure wins the race," says turtle.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009


Maybe my moral compass is skewed. I dunno. There are just some things that seems so wrong even when I try so hard to see it from different perspectives. As I mentioned earlier I went away to have some girls time this weekend. That is a whole other post. While we were going over the island gossip. There really isn't a nice word for it. I found out something that really upset me. I mentioned a while back, about 6-7 months ago a dear friend who lived here passed away. It was a real shock at the time. She found out she had advanced cancer and only lived two months after her diagnoses. She taught Will violin, was the founder of our book group and helped our family many times after Sean left. Anyway, I found out her husband was getting remarried. Not only that but he had moved in with her best friend (another island lady and one of my bosses) only two weeks after she died. Not only THAT they announced their plans to marry last month at that lady's daughter's wedding. I had heard from Will a few months ago the rumor he was going to sell his house and move in with her but the idea was too outrageous to believe. My friend had only been gone two months at the time. I never gave the rumor credence. On top of that he didn't sell his house in the end so I never gave it another thought. I guess the lady had spent a lot of time at the hospital during the final days and I guess they bonded. Not to healthy a foundation for marriage in my opinion but what do I know? I also know my friend knowing the end was near would have told her husband to be happy and remarry someday. She was always a generous person and loved her husband. They had been together for more than 35 years. Is it me? Does this seem too quick? Maybe if I heard that they were starting to date I wouldn't be so stunned. When the whole kit and kaboodle comes out at how fast the whole thing really was then I start squirming. Almost everyone who knows is plain disgusted with both of them. One questions if they were having an affair before. I don't think so. Is he rebounding? Is is some scummy male who can't live without a woman? They are both wealthy and retired. They can travel the world together. They certainly haven't been out here at all but living in her house in town. Also, to announce it at her daughter's wedding. Steal the bride's thunder much? How thoughtless! To your own daughter on her special day. I can only wonder what her ex-husband and father of the bride thought? He is my landlord by the way. Why get married so quickly? Why not just date? I think it is a terrible thing to my friends memory. Who knows why people do what they do and think what they think. I do want him to be happy but this just seems like a bad idea. The lady in question as well....she was divorced from her second husband only two months before Sean left us. She had said only last winter she didn't think she would marry again. I am beginning to become more and more jaded with the world at large.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Give me a break

Ok...everyone knows the feeling. Things seem to happen all at once. Even when it's not happening to you directly you feel a little overwhelmed or shocked. My friends funeral was last Saturday. The one I mentioned who had the bike accident. I didn't go. I just couldn't. Today I had another friend tell me she just found out her dad has stomach cancer. He is getting an endoscopy tomorrow to see how bad. My stomach just churned. That's very very bad. He is in his eighties so it doesn't look to good. She is going with her dad tomorrow and I told her I had done the same thing with my dad for the same procedure. I don't want to make too many comparisons and say too much. She knows my dad died from cancer. I just feel sick about it all.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Why do good people have to die and sleazy deadbeats get to walk the earth? I think I am in some stage of grief again but who the heck knows which one. I haven't been around lately because I just haven't felt like doing anything. I felt stressed just thinking about turning the computer and and then looking at my email. I haven't done anything but clean, clean, clean. I did babysit because it was the least stressful thing I could do and still not feel guilty about not working enough. I have read every spare moment I have had to stave of thinking about the whole unfair death issue and trying not to cry. Either from sadness or stupid stupid allergies. Since my last post someone I knew died. He was a good husband and a great dad. His wife lost her job the week before and now she has lost him too. We talked on the boat and he always brought his daughter to swim and he gave Sofie apples and he was the first guy she called dad after Sean left. She was so shy but he was so kind to her. He was visiting his parents and was killed. Bike accident. I wasn't the only one out here who cried. Cade was shocked and knows his little girl well. Sometimes things just tip. There is just one too many things going on and you just have had enough. This week I have had enough. I need to refocus I know but right now I am just angry at the injustice of it. Such a wonderful person and then I think of Sean. Not that I want him hit by a car but I think of the scales and it seems really....really unfair. Do I want my kids to lose their dad? Sometimes. I have to be honest. Sometimes I wish he would just die and then the kids could grieve and move on and not keep getting hurt over and over. I just feel so awful for his wife and daughter right now. He was so young.

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