Entry for September 25, 2006

I had my kids home this weekend. It was wonderful. I hadn't seen my Boog in 22 days, since my daughter's husband decided one day to move 5 hours away. It was so enjoyable seeing them come, it was bittersweet watching them go.  Scott is 2-1/2 hours south of me, Becca is 5 hours north of me. I will miss them. I will miss the baby.  My daughter celebrated her 1st anniversary yesterday. I couldn't find a card appropriate for my feelings (Happy Anniversary, are you divorced yet?) so I was kind instead. I came to a peaceful realization this weekend with my daughter. She is happy. No matter where she is so long as she is with him. She's a terrific mommy. She is so in love with her husband. What more could a momma want for her kids than that? To be happy and far away.

I have been going through my friends things. He and I have been  deciding what we are keeping, and what's going. Merging two households together. We have been EBaying alot. Hopefully by the time we are through we will have Ebayed enough to get our new dining room set. We are halfway there now. Yippie! The new bedroom is shaping  up as well. He is doing what he can. Since the fall a few weeks ago, he takes his days slowly. He cannot work anymore, at least for the near fuyure,  the accident did that to him,  so he has time on his hands to take care of himself and get things done around the house.

Between working both jobs, Ebaying, and worrying about my daughter, my days have been too busy and full of wrought. This weekend brought me a sense of calmness about my daughter that I didn't expect to have. I am tired but I am happy for her, for me, and for my son who is doing so very well. My friend is mending, his days are still driven around pain, but that eases up for him some, and that gives us hope.

and I am smiling.....

love me later~tj

Entry for September 08, 2006

Well, it's another week over. My classes start on Monday. I get all those cherubs and all those germs bombarding me on Monday. I have worked more hours than I can count at the school, on home visits and at the sign shop. The one thing, that one thing that made every moment away from home easy, was walking through the door every night. He was here, waiting for me. I delighted every day in that look he gave me and that, "Hi honey, how was your day?" Precious moments in the everyday week. I sit here writing as he talks on the phone with his brother. I have been seeking this ...this comfort of having someone who cares, is here, really here with me, for me. We go back to the doctors on Tuesday. Hopefully the new MRI will prove he is healing. I see it in the way he moves now. His days are boring him senseless, but he feels it too, he is resting but he is healing....

and I am smiling.........

love me later... tj

Entry for September 02, 2006 ~ Home is where the heart is ~

Home is a good place to be. I was able to bring him home yesterday. I packed up some of his things, well I thought it was a few things till I loaded the truck.

It took up the bed of my new truck. During the last week I found and bought a truck since my car took a dive after someone whammed it in the parking lot at my part time job........It was just another thing to contend with. I dealt with it well, happy to be driving a truck again. The last truck I owned was given up for a respectable vehicle that could fit a car seat oh so many years ago. I used part of Thursday afternoon at my part time job and called dealerships to bring vehicles to me to look at. I didn't know they would do that for me, but I didn't want to leave work, I had so much to catch up on. I was specific in my desire. I wanted either a little truck, or a Beetle Bug. I drove 2 trucks and one VW Bug. This little white Ranger stood out and called to me. I signed the right papers and drove off in my truck Thursday night to pick him up. Crazy how things always seem to work out. 

We left yesterday afternoon to come home, we made a stop at his daughter's house in Taylor and by the time we got here he was tired of sitting. The brace contraption he needs to wear is unusual, big and bulky. His posture is poker straight in the seat, so stopping to stretch at his daughter's was good. I haven't seen her since she was about 13, we were able to catch up on life for a couple of hours, after we ate lunch. She was able to see that her dad was really going to be okay in time.

After we got home I was able to do mundane things that make life normal and peaceful. Pancakes and sausage at 9:30 for a late dinner, toss a load of clothes in the dryer, and listen to his voice as he chatted while I busied myself in the house. After the past week, I know precious when I hear it. I know peaceful when I feel it. I was calm for the first time in a while last night as we shared a snack tray to eat pancakes together.

At home, together.

and I am smiling....

love me later~tj