My life would be absolutely incomplete without this hoodlum.
He’s one of a kind. 💙
There is something about a cool September morning. The subtle hints of pending Autumn were all around this morning as I took my morning walk. Soon the trees will yield my favorite colors as reds, yellows, bronze and hints of burgundy fill the West Virginia mountains. Mornings are filled with heavy fog lifting through those hills. The bright morning sun makes the dew filled spider webs glisten like diamonds.
The nights will soon be filled with warm bonfires, sweatshirts and children trying to squeeze in the remaining days before the snow starts to fall. In bed, the open windows will soon replace the AC and quilts filled with their own precious memories and stories with fill the room with conversations and laughter as the kids and and I will tell stories of the good ‘ol days.
I switched the floral summer scents in my house to Pumpkin and lazy evenings are now spent finding new fall recipes on Pinterest. Oh, and Starbucks in getting ready to give us some pumpkin spiced lattes!!!
Soon, we will make memories of our own as we visit the pumpkin patches, take long walks and drives, weekend trips and maybe a ghost hunt or two in October.
But for now, let me just savor the first few crisp mornings of September.
Have a beautiful and blessed Labor Day Weekend…..
“You should write more.”
That is what people tell me all the time. I have become negligent with writing, because let’s face it, who wants to read a blog from a lonely, too busy, single working mom. I probably wouldn’t read it either.
Most of what I write these days consist of some comedic episode that, all too frequently, happens with my kids. I have used my blog to jot down memories recently. The happy ones. The ones that will make me smile 10 years from now when I sit down, more than likely by myself, and reminisce of my lovely little family and the memories we made together. Just the three of us.
10 years from now, when my kids wont be kids anymore and they will be well on their way to becoming successful adults and possibly having families of their own, I will be able to look back and laugh at the time Adam licked the school bus windows from a rousing game of Truth or Dare.
Their first 10 years on this earth have already come and gone. I blinked and they are both in Middle School this year. Making friends, becoming more and more independent every day.
No one warned me….No one told me that there would be a time that I would no longer be a cuddle buddy while watching cartoons on a rainy Saturday morning. I can still pour the cereal, but they rush out the door to meet their friends to go to the skate park or independently walk downtown to catch Pokémon and grab a smoothie at the local coffee shop, “Later Mom” as the door swings open and they are gone before I can ask for a hug goodbye.
No one warned me of the dramatic hormonal bipolar teenage episodes that my daughter would have monthly! You know, the one where she hurls her body on the couch claiming that she is dying a week out of the month!! I go in for a hug…GET OUT spews out of her mouth like the Demon telling the priest to leave on the Amityville Horror!!
My son’s “dating” experiences are looking to be as productive as my own social life. He meets them on Instagram, an hour later he changes his profile to “Taken”. Two days later they break up. You would think because they never really met in person or lack of communication since they just DM each other to say “Hey, WRUD?” Sadly, most breakups are due to one of them finding someone else they just like better!!
I didn’t understand that, until I decided to try Online Dating. Then I realized, that is EXACTLY what my son is doing on Instagram. “Hey, WRUD?” I respond. There is chit chat. Then boredom sets in quickly and I begin to wonder, what on earth am I even doing? How did my life change so dramatically? I went from married to having a man pick me out of his own personal line up.
“This is how everyone meets people now!! My best friend just met the love of her life on (insert dating website here)”
We live in a culture where people are too darn lazy to actually go out and have an actual face to face conversation with anyone. We hide behind our IPhones and computer screens. Instead of properly asking a women out, you are texted something like this, “Hey, you wanna meet somewhere for a drink?” Which means….“I haven’t met you in person, and I really have no idea if we will hit it off, so I am not going to waste my precious time or money on dinner. A drink is cheap and if I don’t like you I can leave quickly!!” The site that I signed up for, a man can actually send you a virtual flower!! The tackiest thing I have ever seen in my entire life! Oh, Thanks so much because a FREE virtual flower is so much better than the real thing!!
My life consists of a random text message, “Hey honey, wanna chat”? “What do you do for a living?” and yes, the occasional _____ Pic!! Like I really needed to see that!! Ok. Thanks. Bye.
Then you find “the perfect man”. The handsome, likeable, stay up all night talking and feeling like a teenager again man. The one that when your phone gives the magical “ding” you immediately smile. The one that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. Until you see that he has been online all day long, and reality sets in that you have willingly paid your hard earned money to an online version of The Bachelor. Warm and Fuzzies gone, and nausea sets in!
“Why don’t you write anymore?”
“Because people always think I have it all together. The kids and their weekly comedy routines are a great read. my life? Eh, not so much. I want people to see me smiling. I don’t want them to see the real me!!”
“You are missing the chance to inspire other Single Moms that are going through the same thing. You are missing out on your actual calling in life. To be an honest, straightforward, sometimes comical, strong woman who refused to let life knock her down!!”
So I wrote! I am hoping my pathetic attempt at parenting and dating can put a smile on your face. Maybe a Horrified half smile? Laugh at my expense! Go kiss your husbands ladies and thank them for loving you unconditionally! Try to find your kids between practices, school, sports and video games and tell them that you love them….if you must, DM them or Snapchat them a picture of your face looking like a dog or Ozzy Osbourne or Faceswap with the Cat!! Whatever you have to do, let them know that you are Right Here and if they need you, they know that you are accessible and ready to give them that hug!!
As for me, I am paid up for the month on this site. I will make the best of it. Who knows, maybe Prince Charming might send me a virtual flower or two tonight!! A girl can only hope!
“For I know the plans I have for you”, declares the Lord. “Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11
Being a Mom is not easy.
My kids both had me in tears this morning as I was trying to get them ready for school. My daughter wanted to use a different back pack (on the last three days of school!!!). The straps had been tied in a knot and I was unable to get the knots untied. Crisis!!! Absolute-Teenage-Breakdown!!
My son, decided he would throw his own fit because his Cargo-shorts were dirty and I was going to make him wear a pair of shorts that didn’t have 7,000 pockets! Apparently two pockets on a pair of shorts is not sufficient. Hence, making me the worst mother in all of the entire world!
I did it….I just walked right out of the house. I finally had enough. I looked at them and proclaimed, “get ready by yourself!” and drove away.
*Before you think I really am the worst mother in all of the world, let me say that we go to my parents house every morning for breakfast. Something that has been part of my kids routine since they were in Kindergarten* So, as I walked out the door, Grandma was making them a healthy breakfast and looking at me with her own bit of desperation as to Why was she being punished?
I got in my car and did what any terrible mother would do. I drove around the block a few times to cool off and came back, made sure they were ready and drove them to school.
My son was very well aware that I was not happy since just the day before he also proclaimed me The worst Mom ever when I didn’t get him ice cream after I got off work, picked home up from school, took him to get his hair cut, changed two flat tires on my lawn mower and mowed the grass….all while he was sitting in the garage (in the shade) playing on his IPhone 6 whining that I didn’t have any food!! Grandpa, who was helping me with the mower, took him to their house, where I am sure he was served a bowl of cereal in front of the TV on the recliner!
Did he feel bad? Sure he did. Both last night and this morning, he gave me a kiss and told me that he was sorry. Both times, I graciously accepted his apology, and I always welcome a kiss from the most handsome (entitled, selfish Brat….OMG, I created a monster) fella in the world.
The kids, the back pack, the wrong shorts…You are the worst mother in all the world!!! I cried. I cried ugly tears this morning! I couldn’t stop crying. The never ending cycle of never being good enough. Not for my kids, not for my (ex) husband, not for my family, not even for myself. I strive to be the best. I exhaust myself so I can be the cool mom, the cool Aunt, the friend to everyone….I do it all because I have this overwhelming sense of needing to show people how much I love them. To the point of forgetting to love myself, or feeling guilty if I plan a night out to go out to dinner with a friend, or (Heaven forbid) even a date. As I took my long drive this morning to talk with God, my question to Him was “Why?” One simple sentence, This isn’t how I imagined my life. Once again, like most days, He didn’t answer. It’s ok, I know He’s pretty busy. Instead, I counted some blessings and went on with my morning.
My life. Unpredictable. Chaotic. Full of Love. Full of family and friends (even some random adopted strangers). Lots of laughter and even some tears.
And yes…..Even being voted The worst Mother in all of the world!
There is a song that we used to sing in Sunday School….
He’s still working on me, to make me what I ought to be. It took him just a week to make the moon and the stars, the sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars.
How loving and patient He must be…..
He’s still working on me.
To be continued……..
Last week, there was no hiding! Oh the conversations at our house….Enjoy!
“Mom, I have a toothache!”
Both kids had toothaches less than two weeks apart. First toothache brought my daughter home early from Dad’s house. (sometimes you just need your Mommy)
Second toothache sends my son screaming he’s dying and needed to go to the Emergency Room to see his Dad! (he’s a man….so in his defense he felt that death was certainly imminent, and the ER was his only solution.) I reluctantly take him to see his Dad because, to be honest, he was driving me insane. So, around midnight I call his father and tell him we are headed to the ER, meet me in the ambulance bay and I will wait in the car. Dad graciously met me outside with our son now dramatically writhing in pain, swoops him up and takes him inside. I park next to dad’s truck still wearing my pajamas, because as a mom you know what is actually and Emergency situation and what isn’t…..I knew there would be no reason to actually enter the Peyton Place…Oh, I mean ER…This particular night.
I think I fell asleep for a brief moment. The Door opened and this kid jumps in the car with a giant piece of dental floss tied around his tooth. Toothache gone!! Hmmmmm, not sure how a piece of dental floss miraculously healed him but it worked!! Doctor Daddy’s advice….wiggle it and it will fall out!
Then there was last night. The famous “ithchy butt” returned. I thought we had gotten over the “itchy butt’ when he stopped wrestling.
Adam: “Mom, my butt is itching!” (I am asleep…Zzzzzz) “Mom, I am not kidding my butt is really itching! Do you have any medicine?
Me: “I don’t have medicine, go put some Vaseline on it.”
Adam: (Get’s out of bed and goes into the bathroom and in typical male fashion…) “Where is it Mom?”
Me: “It is sitting next to the sink!”
Adam: (2 seconds later….because he is a man!!!!) “Mom, I don’t see it!”
Me: “IT IS THERE….LOOK FOR IT!!!” (my voice a little more irritated hence the CAPS!)
Adam: “Mom….(at this point if he says MOM one more time I’m going to lose my mind!!!!) I don’t see it!”
Me: (Jumping out of bed preparing my alibi for when he come up missing)…..go to the bathroom, immediately pick up the Vaseline, hand it to him after giving him the “you are just like your father, he could never find anything” speech. Then I leave the room to give him and his butt some privacy.
Adam: (Crawls back in bed) 5 minutes later…”Mom, my butt still itches!”
Me: “Maybe you have worms!”
Adam: “How could I have worms? I have never eaten a worm!!”
Me: “Please Adam, for the love of all that is Holy just go to sleep!!!”
Adam: “Mom, this is really starting to irritate me!”
Me: “Must you say MOM every time you talk to me?”
Adam: “Mom….Oh, I mean Crystal….Is that better MOM?”
(Don’t know what time this happened)
Adam: “Mom, er um Crystal….My Butt is really really itching!”
Me: (half awake) Go take a shower!
Adam: “I already did!”
Me: “Go take another one!”
(I think I heard the shower running.)
Adam: “Hey MOM! My butt doesn’t itch anymore!!”
(Not sure if I responded)
…….and then this happens.