Change is a funny thing. All of the emotions you experience while you anticipate a change make for anxiety, nervousness, excitement, doubt, and any other feeling under the sun that you could possibly think of. For me, I embrace change. I love it actually. I get bored very easy, so if I don't have some change every now and then, I become very....blah.
So, I know what you're thinking. Colleen...you have a full time job, you have three kids, a boyfriend, a family, friends! How can your life ever be "consistent"! Well, you are kind of right there. Sure, things change from day to day - who's being the disruptive kid, who wants to have fun, what activities we have to do, etc. But it is still the same thing everyday, all day. Wake up, make breakfast, send kids to school, go to work, come home from work, pick kids up from school, do homework, make dinner, go to a game or practice, come home, feed children, send them to the shower, put them in bed, go to bed. Repeat. The monotony. It's agonizing!
Not only is the repetitiveness like an enclosed grave on Earth, doing it alone just flat out sucks. Tommy is working overtime, or out of town, or having to stay home with the girls while I take Austyn to practice or whatever the story may be for the day. We are never together. We hardly get to see each other, and when we do, its pretty much in passing on the way out the door to work or on the way into snooze land. God bless the strength we've been given to remain exasperatingly in love during a time like this, but it really is an empty feeling when you have no one to share your life with...no matter how boring it may be.
Change is on the horizon though, and I could not be more than ecstatic for it to arrive. Tommy is expected to be home, on time, everyday, beginning next week (hopefully for an extended period of time!). I can not wait to have him there to help me from losing my mind...or patience (which let's just be honest here, I was not blessed in that department, so there is very little of it to begin with!). I am so excited for the change of coming home and rambling about nonsense from my day with an adult, having help getting the kids taken care of, and most importantly, just getting to spend some time with the person that I do all of this for. So, here's to hoping the blah is soon replaced by giggles and laughter; after all that really is the best medicine.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
A moment of thanks
I gotta give a little credit to the man of the house (And no, it's not Austyn, no matter how hard he tries to make it be that way). Tommy has been pushing anywhere from 75-80 hours a week. I was thinking maybe he went bat crazy living in a household with four other people (three of them miniature, and very demanding) and just wanted to be out of the house! But, it turns out, the reason is more because he is thinking ahead and building a solid cushion in the event anything should happen. Forward thinking. I like it.
The problem with working so much like that is when you are home; you are practically in a vegetable state. So, here's where another shout-out comes in to my man. T was completely undomesticated when I met him. Cooking was out of the question. He learned how to do laundry about a week before we met. And anything related to handy-man was simply a foreign language to him. T called me Monday and said, "What's the plan for today?" I said, "Well, same as every other school day - pickup kids, homework for a gazillion years, then dinner, shower, and bed." His response? "So, what should I do?". You know you've been out of the picture quite a bit if you have to ask what you are supposed to do while at home! Before I could respond, he suggested cooking dinner. He's been grilling since the start of summer (another thing picked up in the course of our relationship), but surprisingly wanted to try something different because he can only do so much on the grill...and it can get tiring.
So, I said, sure! Why not? It would definitely help me out a little. So, we start discussing options on what he could do. I suggest sloppy joes, spaghetti-o's, picking up a pre-cooked rotisserie chicken from kroger and shredding it for chicken tacos. He says, "Wait. Don't you think I am ready to graduate to something a little more complicated?" Oh geez. My mind starts going crazy thinking about how much more work I'm going to have to do because I'm going to be teaching three kids and trying to teach him how to cook at the same time. I nearly have a panic attack because I'm scared of what the night is going to bring! I swallow any negative thoughts and simply respond, "Sure, babe. Whatever you want to do." So, as I'm working with the kids, here he is, fresh home from the store, prepping dinner. A bit later, we are sitting down to a dinner of fettuccine alfredo with grilled chicken and garlic bread. Yea, I know what you are thinking. He just jumped right on in, didn't he? Well, his motto is, Go Big or Go Home. And that's just what he did - went big, of course.
So, I have to say, sometimes when I think that I am all alone and have no one to help me out, T is really helping in many more ways than I can count. He's mostly making us a big fat nest egg, but when he's not incubating that, he is picking up other duties so that they don't fall all on one person. So, big kudos to the man of the house for stepping up, stepping in, and making things happen. Great partner. Great Daddy.
The problem with working so much like that is when you are home; you are practically in a vegetable state. So, here's where another shout-out comes in to my man. T was completely undomesticated when I met him. Cooking was out of the question. He learned how to do laundry about a week before we met. And anything related to handy-man was simply a foreign language to him. T called me Monday and said, "What's the plan for today?" I said, "Well, same as every other school day - pickup kids, homework for a gazillion years, then dinner, shower, and bed." His response? "So, what should I do?". You know you've been out of the picture quite a bit if you have to ask what you are supposed to do while at home! Before I could respond, he suggested cooking dinner. He's been grilling since the start of summer (another thing picked up in the course of our relationship), but surprisingly wanted to try something different because he can only do so much on the grill...and it can get tiring.
So, I said, sure! Why not? It would definitely help me out a little. So, we start discussing options on what he could do. I suggest sloppy joes, spaghetti-o's, picking up a pre-cooked rotisserie chicken from kroger and shredding it for chicken tacos. He says, "Wait. Don't you think I am ready to graduate to something a little more complicated?" Oh geez. My mind starts going crazy thinking about how much more work I'm going to have to do because I'm going to be teaching three kids and trying to teach him how to cook at the same time. I nearly have a panic attack because I'm scared of what the night is going to bring! I swallow any negative thoughts and simply respond, "Sure, babe. Whatever you want to do." So, as I'm working with the kids, here he is, fresh home from the store, prepping dinner. A bit later, we are sitting down to a dinner of fettuccine alfredo with grilled chicken and garlic bread. Yea, I know what you are thinking. He just jumped right on in, didn't he? Well, his motto is, Go Big or Go Home. And that's just what he did - went big, of course.
So, I have to say, sometimes when I think that I am all alone and have no one to help me out, T is really helping in many more ways than I can count. He's mostly making us a big fat nest egg, but when he's not incubating that, he is picking up other duties so that they don't fall all on one person. So, big kudos to the man of the house for stepping up, stepping in, and making things happen. Great partner. Great Daddy.
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