September and Everything After

No, not me! Although it’s been a wild and wacky few days… weeks… months… Maybe I should check my pulse.

My laptop isn’t working (won’t turn on). I’m pretty sure I just need to find someone/someplace to swap out the power connection do-dad. It’s been flaky for awhile (battery not charging, plug not connecting properly and so on) but I haven’t had time to even tell you about all that, let alone call around and take the laptop somewhere. (I’m on the kids’ computer. I’m not a big fan of the kids’ computer…)

Um, what else? The kids are fine, school is fine, the business is fine, the cat is fine, the house hasn’t fallen down around our ears so I guess it’s fine. And I’m hanging in there.

What’s new with you?

Fall Break was over way too fast. Especially since I dealt with sick kids (again).

Anyway just a quick update to mention I’ll be at the Southern Indiana Fiber Arts Festival for the next 2 days. website here I’m hoping to do well or else I may have to quit my Starbucks habit for awhile…

So I don’t have classes today and tomorrow, it’s Fall Break! Course I have a terribly exciting two days planned…

Today: grocery store, home improvement store, office store, electronics store, 2 phone calls, and sewing

Tomorrow: Girl Scout stuff, homework, knitting group, lunch out, and sewing

Tuesday looks a little more fun, doesn’t it?

Quote of the Day: “When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you until it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.” -Harriet Beecher Stowe

So I know I often come across as snarky and crabby on the blog but overall I’m doing really, really well. I’m very optimistic. I look forward to every new day and I think the future holds good things for me.

(From snarky to sappy, give me a break, sheesh. Oh wait, I guess this is being snarky again.)

It’s been a long road to get here today. And I know I didn’t share that process with too many people. On my old blog, I pretty much quit writing. (If you can’t say anything nice, don’t write anything at all…) I’m really not into The Drama. The whole mess was very dramatic at times and I didn’t want to dwell on it anymore than I had to. (I suppose I talked a little about it here: Feeling Good, part 1)

I think I’m good now. Obviously the divorce is done, the ‘worst’ part is behind me. I dealt with the heartache, denial (I have to admit, I really like denial), anger (although that was so brief that most people were mad at me for not being mad enough), depression (that was really early on), bargaining (”if only I was/did/could…”) and now we’re onto acceptance. I’m so not a process person, I like to be at the end and finished and done with something. And yay, here I am!

So where am I? My mom/house keeper status is still mostly the same which makes me happy. I’m in college and that’s turning out much better than I expected. Although I still have freak out moments when the kids are sick and I can’t be in two places at once. I like learning new things and once I was over the hassle and cost (ack!) of higher education, it’s actually fun to take notes and do lab experiments (the jury is still out on test taking). I’m still sewing and that keeps me in contact with some great people too.

I guess the biggest change is that I’m officially single for the first time in 13 years. Which is highly amusing (sometimes). Another important thing I’ve learned is that given the choice between crying or laughing over situation out of your control, it’s better to just find the humor and save your eye make-up. I’m nothing if not practical.

I wouldn’t say I’m overjoyed at being single though. Because I’m not. It’s a change and as I’ve said before, I’m not a huge fan of change, especially a change that I didn’t want in the first place. But if life gives you lemons, trade them in for limes and make margaritas. So I’m going to make the best of it.

Although… I think the D word that comes after the big D word (Divorce) is almost as scary, intimidating, difficult, and heart wrenching.

*whispers* dating…

*faints*

I’d have no luck at all.

So of course since it’s mid-term exam week for me, the kids are sick. Fevers, whiny, tired. The Swine Flu is in our neighborhood, did I mention that? I hope we have enough milk if we get quarantined.

Ha! Actually they aren’t doing that anymore. In fact, I’ve been told around here that they don’t even care if you have it, no need to go to the doctor for a H1N1 test unless you are dying. Which is fine by me because I’m not one to run to the doctor for every little sniffle and cough. The fevers go down with Tylenol and I’m keeping them hydrated, lest you think I’m a completely uncaring mom. Although I’m not sure what this says about my eventual nurse bedside manner. “What? You just had open heart surgery? Whatever dude, you can walk to the bathroom by yourself.”

(Eh, I have 3+ years before that happens anyways.)

So, mid-terms, sick kids… I’ll muddle through, I always do.

Quote of the Day: “There are only two things a child will share willingly: communicable diseases and his mother’s age.” -Benjamin Spock

Um, so I received the official ’signed by the judge’ divorce papers today.

It’s done, it’s over, I’m divorced.

…

I guess I could talk about starting a ‘new chapter’ in my life and all that bullshit but I’m kinda just lost for words. And numb. Not mad, not sad, not happy, not scared. Numb. Well other than the first ‘knife in the gut’ moment when I realized what I had just pulled out of the envelope.

Okay, well. Back to life as usual I suppose.

3 more months until 2010!

Wait. No one else is counting down the days until this dreadful year is over?

Anyway this upcoming weekend is the last weekend of soccer for the season. YAY! Don’t get me wrong, I like soccer, I like the game, I like watching, I like that my kids are active and learning good sportsmanship and all that jazz but I’m a wee bit tired of it. It probably didn’t help that that we had 4 weekly practices and at least 2 games each weekend. Too much of a good thing is… too much.