Stubborn

I visited the crisis center today. I signed up to be a real official volunteer (with a letter of recommendation and background check and everything) and then freaked myself out and didn’t go back for two weeks.

Today I had an overwhelming need to barge in there and just sit on their couch, so I did. The lady who runs the place hugged me and handed me a water bottle, like she’d been standing there waiting for me all day. She never asked where I’ve been or why I didn’t show up at the board meeting, just hugged me and said she was glad I came. I left feeling recharged and appreciated, and I didn’t even do anything. I’m supposed to be there, I know. I’ll stop fighting it soon, I’m almost certain.

Did I tell you I’m kinda stubborn?

32

32.
Thirty-two.
Thurteeeeee. Toooooo.

That used to be what old people were, remember? Remember when we were young and thought about our parents ages and how we would look and act and talk when (and if) we were that age?

And remember how we figured we would be flying cars and eating our meals in capsule-form and be movie stars and millionaires and have a vacation home on the moon (or Gilligan’s Island)?

So far – I married my best friend, had another baby, quit drinking, joined a church, got pierced, quit smoking, got baptized, ditched a career I hated, got another tattoo, opened my own business, unpierced myself – I even went to the prom. And for the most part, in that order.

I like my life. I love my life, really. Apparently that happened in my thirties too – so it’s about time I got to 32 – aparently it’s been waiting for me for like, ever.

Thank you, God for our healthy babies.

After watching Heather & Mike’s unspeakable tragedy unfold and knowing that the world will not be the same after their precious baby Maddie has left it – I have no other words but to thank God for our five healthy and strong kids.
“Ye have lost a child–nay, she is not lost to you, who is found to Christ; she is not sent away, but only sent before; like unto a star, which going out of our sight, doth not die and vanish, but shineth in another hemisphere.” -Samuel Rutherford

Sleep sweet, baby Maddie.

Foreheads, Republicans & Singing Doctors

Where have I been?

Hiring a lawyer: Yay for custody battles! This appears to be going ok-ish, although my Republican, Bush-loving, animal-heads-mounted-on-his-walls, nervous-twitch-having lawyer kept smacking himself on the butt and telling us that he has a birthmark “RIGHT.THERE” that matches the one on Jack’s forehead. I think he is on drugs. He is a very nice man.

At the doctors office: My poor, poor, pitiful Bella was in line, walking to the bus after school when her “legs tangled” and she fell, face-first onto the pavement. Apparently, her “arms were busy falling” (direct quote from her) so they weren't able to catch her and she broke her defenseless, minding-it’s-own-business, perky little nose. She also bit through her upper lip, got a big purple goose-egg on her head, and skinned both knees and an elbow. Bruises are spreading across her nose and under both eyes, and her lip is turning yellow to match the hue of the lump in the middle of her forehead. We are sure to become the talk of the town (or at least the talk of the crazy ladies at the bus-stop). Bonus: The doctor sang an off-key “We Will Rock You” to Bella after she finished peroxide-ing her wounds and sopping blood and mud from her nose. I love our doctor.

Sleeping!!: Jack has graced us with 8 long hours of wonderful, uninterrupted, fabulous sleep every night!! This is a beautiful, beautiful thing and I have caught myself more than once almost waking him up to nuzzle and snuggle and thank the slobber right out of him.