Monthly Archives: May 2009

Sacrifices

Being married (or in any relationship I suppose) involves sacrifices. Compromises and sacrifices — all in the name of peace and love and happiness and no one keeps up with who’s done what or how much.

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Wait. Did you really believe that? BWAHHHHHH!

Oh I TOTALLY keep score. And let me tell you why.

I’m kicked back in short shorts and a tshirt, sipping on a lime slush and playing online. My husband? He’s sitting in an office, feeling horrible and achey but enduring because of that whole responsibility/paycheck thing.  Last night I went to a class with seven wonderful women for three hours. My husband? He stayed home with the boys and cleaned the kitchen.  In four weeks I’ll be lounging in the sun, next to water, book in hand. My husband? He’ll be driving a moving truck from Indianapolis…filled with MY STUFF. Our yard is well maintained and I don’t even know how to start the mower.  Our cats are thriving but I’ve never lifted a bag of food or filled their water dish. (hmm…maybe THAT’S why the big one is yelling at me….) I know the city provides trash service but I’ll be damned if I know what day it runs or when the trashcan gets moved to and from the curb.

That’s just a bare minimum list but do you see where I’m going here?

I don’t keep score so I can whip out a “gotcha” list. No. I remember the things he does because, hello are you kidding? He’s amazing. I’m spoiled rotten but I don’t want to start taking things for granted. I don’t want to take HIM for granted.  So every once in awhile, when I’m tempted to sigh over another load of laundry, I stop and take inventory. And I remember how good I’ve got it. My life is cushy. CUSHY. And it’s because my husband goes out of his way to make sure it stays that way.


Drama

TheKid turned twelve Monday and while entering into the final stages of “tween-hood”, he brought along some relationship drama.  He’s been smitten before. A year or two ago, when the jewelry stores were pimping the “Journey” necklaces during Christmas, he was completely enamored with the neighbor kids’ half sister. He begged to get her a diamond necklace for Christmas with hopes of a kiss in return. (Stupid Kaye’s Jewelers commercials and their jingle “every kiss begins with k…”) (Hum that to yourself. Now try to get it out of your head. Yeah – you’re welcome). We found a $7 CZ necklace to his liking and he nervously presented it to her. She wore it often but he never did get his kiss. He quit hanging around those neighborhood kids and the crush slowly faded. But now? Now he’s crushing HARD over a cute little girl in his youth group that won’t give him the time of day. He just HAPPENS to be friends with her cousin (also a 6th grader). Rather he WAS friends with her (very protective) cousin.

I had just stumbled out of bed Monday morning when TheKid emerges from his room, cell phone in hand and said “Cousin’s dad wants to talk to you.” On the line was a very irate father, whom I had not met, informing me that TheKid was harassing and upsetting his son (via text) in an attempt to get CuteLittleGirl’s phone number. (Cousin has consistently refused to give up that phone number for the past few months) His dad told me he wanted his son’s number removed from TheKid’s cell phone (he was doing the same) and no more contact between the two. I agreed. And then Jon and I took a look at the text messaging log where Cousin had cussed out my son, threatened to beat him up, and called him names. TheKid was quite persistent and annoying, flatly refusing to give up on the idea of talking to this little girl even though SHE has told him she’s not interested and avoids him. He pushes ME close to my snapping point on a weekly basis with his constant arguing/negotiating/questioning/refusing to accept our answers – so I can sympathize with this little twelve year old kid. At the same time, Mama Bear was rather irate by the suggestions that he only wanted to talk to her to HURT her in some way. And ya know, the numerous “f*** you”/ “I’m gonna kick your a**” texts.

The most disturbing part of all this though isn’t that TheKid might end up with a bloody nose. It’s his seeming inability to take “no” for an answer. We battle that at home regularly but how often do we as parents deal with some trait at home that the kid doesn’t display around others. How often do we hear “Oh he was so polite!” or “Oh he was the perfect angel” and want to reply “My kid? Are you sure?” I assumed, I had hoped, that our battle was one of him pushing him limits within the safety of home. But apparently he just doesn’t acknowledge, doesn’t recognize boundaries. And that concerns me, for his sake as well as for everyone around him. He’s twelve and his attentions will be turning more and more towards the girls. His activities SHOULD be increasingly sans parents. But right now? I’m not comfortable letting him out of my sight except for school & youth group, and barely then. He’s not malicious or in any way mean spirited. He has a kind, soft heart. But he’s also very high strung and oh yeah – that whole not acknowledging boundaries issue. We’ve had the “no means NO” conversation – and watched his eyes glaze over. And that scares me because of all the concepts I want him to grasp before he’s released on the world, THAT ranks really close to the top. We’ve also involved the youth group leaders so they can (A) help monitor the situation and (B) help teach him limits in another loving environment. They’re good. They honestly love the kids and we trust them. Besides, he’s much more likely to listen to them than us. Hopefully the lightbulb will flicker on before he gets hurt – or hurts someone.


Hellllloooo (lo lo lo lo)

Wow. Can you believe it’s been almost a month since the wedding? Jon has mentioned the dormant blog a few times and I’ve almost sat down to write only to have my attention pulled away. I honestly don’t know where the time went. Let’s see, since the wedding we have:

  • Had my name legally changed
  • Merged our finances (almost done with this process…)
  • Contemplated me staying home full time (& decided to hold off)
  • Began an early morning fitness routine (& stuck with it)
  • Changed my work schedule to Mon – Wed instead of Wed – Fri which REALLY messed me up for a week
  • Celebrated all 3 boys’ birthdays. Twice.
  • “explored” around town – the old ID Penitentiary & a state park (with a swim beach YAY)
  • Attended TheKid’s final band concert for the year
  • Dealt with quite a bit of drama amongst TheKid’s middle school crowd
  • Spent Memorial Day with good friends
  • Had a good friend over to grill out
  • Made reservations for Jon to fly back to Indy in June & move the rest of my stuff out here

Those are the highlights. This week we have something going on every night. EVERY  night. And it’s all fun times spent with friends so that’s definitely not a complaint. It just leaves precious little time for writing. I’ve spent my leisure time lately (and there has been enough, trust me) with my nose buried in a book. I FINALLY finished “Creative Counterpart” (excellent btw) and of course am in the middle of another with a couple on my nightstand and two more on order. Summer is well upon us and I plan to spend many hours basking outside with a book. I fully intend to take at least half of one of my days off each week and take the boy(s) to the swimming area to lounge and play. I can’t immerse myself in a book with the younger two near the water but the point is we WILL be near the water and under the sun and that? That just thrills me.


Wedding synopsis

I’m typing this with my left hand a little heavier and my heart a little lighter. After five months of seemingly non-stop planning, we’re finally Mr. and Mrs. The day was wonderful, the ceremony beautiful. Our only hiccup of the day was realizing that we’d let our pastor leave without signing the marriage license. He lives about two hours away and by the time we remembered and called him, he was halfway home. Oops. He turned around and met us at my family’s hotel to complete it and have my father and middle sister witness it.

Really there’s so much to tell. It was such an overwhelming blur of a day that I don’t even know where to start…so here’s a list of highlights.

  • Before everyone got there and I got dressed, I was standing in the lobby talking to Jon’s grandfather – who is the CUTEST and sweetest little old man you’ll ever meet. I was unconsciously spinning the ceremony music CD around on my finger when he reached over, stopped it and said with a grin “You need to relax. It’ll be fine.”
  • The friends back in the dressing room with me: Heather who coordinated everything ceremony related, Noel & her sister who brought my sisters Dr. Peppers and kept us calm by talking to us, Amanda who got me into my slip & dress and basically took care of me all day, my sisters who tied on my sash, put my shoes on for me and kept me giggling
  • Finding out that the boys escorted the grandmothers without issue…especially the five year old
  • Hearing the music start and feeling my heart jump into my throat
  • My dad holding up my dress so I wouldn’t trip on it walking down the aisle
  • Seeing Jon standing at the front in his tux, grinning…he looked SO good
  • Marty (our pastor’s) speech on how the day was not about love and poetry but the commitment we were making to each other.
  • Jon trying to surreptitiously tickle me when we turned to face each other
  • When our pastor asked for the rings, the best man just stuck out his index finger where he was wearing my ring around the first knuckle. It made me giggle.
  • The expressions on Jon’s face…serious and smiling…happy and content…
  • Our vows were beautiful. I teared up a little but my favorite part was when he put my ring on and I got to slide his on…gave me chills.
  • The boys lighting the unity candle. They looked so handsome and did so well. We used Sheri Millers “Right Here Right Now” as the music.
  • Our first kiss as husband and wife
  • My friend Camille telling me that it was the only wedding she’d ever cried at
  • Numerous people commenting on Grandma’s cookies – she’s 92 but made approximately 500 cookies for our reception and they were a HUGE hit.
  • Finding out the sound guy had recorded the ceremony for us
  • Hearing that when I turned to go to the unity candle and my sister couldn’t reach half of my train, the best man stopped forward and helped her straighten it.
  • We did a “comment box” instead of a guest book and some of the notes were awesome. Jon’s grandfather wrote us a poem. :-)
  • One of the church staff was working in the office during our reception so she snuck in to see us. I absolutely adore her so seeing her slip through the crowd thrilled me.
  • Our Lifegroup set up the reception and then cleaned up afterward. I never lifted a finger and am eternally grateful.

The entire day was great. Seeing the ring on Jon’s hand gives me such a sense of…completion. I giggle everytime he calls me his wife and when a bank teller yesterday called me Mrs., I grinned for half an hour. We don’t have pictures yet but I will certainly share them as soon as we do!


It is done…

It’s official. We’re married. Happily married. The day was wonderful. I’ll give details tomorrow. Or Tuesday. The younger two boys are with their mother. Mine stayed w/my family at their hotel last night and will be staying with Jon’s sister tonight while we enjoy an evening at the Anniversary Inn. So…I’ll just talk to you later, okay?


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