Quote, I don’t know if you’re inferring to me when you’re talking about what you call resistance and I call a bump. But because I’m getting a strong feeling that I sound like a whiney whimpy person coming through the other end of this computer, I’m gonna give you and anyone else who cares to read this, a little insight into my last year and half and a little before.
This is going to be somewhat long, so if you don’t have time, don’t read it now. It’s also gonna be a bit choppy because certain things over-lap and I’m not a writer, just someone trying to get a book of stories out. lol
I’ve lived in my home for 22 years. It’s our fifth house and I told my husband that when the kids started school, we were done moving. And even though he was fine with that, (he loves change, me not so much), I always knew he’d want to move at some point…well, that point arrived. Needless to say, I wasn’t happy but at the same time, I knew it was something he needed and basically, it was his turn.
But this simple fact of it being his turn and me doing the right thing for us, didn’t necessarily make it ok in mind. I tried to be ok with it but it was really unsettling for me. It’s were my kids grew up, blah blah blah,, it’s my home…
I don’t remember which sub I was listening to at this time….but it was a bump for me.
Five years before this, my youngest of four was getting ready to graduate school and I was thinking it would be a great time for me to out there in the working world. It was a scary thought too because I’d been a stay at home mom forever but at this point in my life, it was something that I really think I needed and was looking forward too….but more needed.
At this time, my oldest daughter was a sophomore in college and she had and uh oh and long story short, I have an amazingly wonderful grandson, whom I absolutely adore. He lives mostly with us now, but that wasn’t always the case. Even though she didn’t want to marry the father (and I certainly didn’t want that if she didn’t), a few months after he was born they bought a house together. Pretty much about 6 months after they were dating, they were a train wreck waiting to happen! So needless to say, I was slightly concerned about them moving out of here and into their own house, but that’s what was needed to happen. However, outta sight doesn’t mean outta mind for me and my worrying was endless.
AT THIS SAME TIME, I don’t remember what the fight was about (probably drinking), but my husband and I got into an argument with our youngest daughter, which resulted in her throwing her house key on the dining room table and saying, I’m out! And she moves in with her boyfriend, the next state over.
So now I have both of my baby girls out on the street! And not alone, one of them has my grandson (whom I instantly fell in love with when he was born), and I’m in no way certain that either parent is capable! Sleep is over-rated....
The guy my youngest daughter moves in with, I can’t say I dislike but life handed him a crappy deal and thus he hated him mom. I’m not even saying she didn’t deserve his hatred but I knew from the many conversations that I had with him, that he was very emotional distraught and it was only a matter of time before he went over the edge, now taking my daughter with him. As a parent, one of hardest things I had to learn was to let things run their course because my kids are no different from anyone else’s and they need to learn things for themselves. Internally, I’m dyeing....
As expected, that relationship went crazily wrong and ended with her moving in with my oldest daughter, her boyfriend and my grandson. Cause God forbid she come home…
That lasted about a year, when I find out that the boyfriend of my oldest daughter is now becoming somewhat abusive towards my daughter. Many nights my husband and I are pretty much pacing and passing each other like walking worry machines. Until the night came, that she called and said, can we come home? Okedokee! I said to my husband, you’ve had a few beers, I’ll drive….LET’S GO! They had all been drinking so no one else was driving!
Soooooooo, now we have everyone safe and sound back at home, my oldest daughter and grandson in their rooms in the basement, my youngest daughter back in her room and my two sons nicely squished back to their room together, with it being the smallest room in the house and now they’re bigger and older in bunk beds lol. It’s fine…
IN THE SAME TIME FRAME, my oldest son can’t seem to get it through his thick head that mommy and daddy don’t want parties at our house anymore, whether we’re home and/or especially when we’re not! He’s then 20 and had been working since he graduated high school at our family business…opted out of college which was fine. Being his secretary/treasurer I had put away a nice amount of his money and put it in a CD so he couldn’t spend it. My husband said, either he moves out or I’m gonna kill him! Alrighty then. This is my son that basically (<---overly used word in my stories), that I needed to chew his food for him to be able to survive! Who was gonna make sure he wasn’t drinking and driving? He wasn’t even legal!!! Who was gonna make sure he was wearing his seat belt? Getting up for work on time? Eating? Brushing his teeth for God’s sake????
Internally, I’m yet again, dieing. BUT, I push through and we find him a lovely town home that needs a little work and fits his budget that is in the next town over from us.
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At this time, I need to pause because I need to go and run some errands. Please don’t post any replies as I’m not even close to being done….and I’m glossing over things for the most part. But I hope you’re getting somewhat of a feel for my life…
To be continued…
This is going to be somewhat long, so if you don’t have time, don’t read it now. It’s also gonna be a bit choppy because certain things over-lap and I’m not a writer, just someone trying to get a book of stories out. lol
I’ve lived in my home for 22 years. It’s our fifth house and I told my husband that when the kids started school, we were done moving. And even though he was fine with that, (he loves change, me not so much), I always knew he’d want to move at some point…well, that point arrived. Needless to say, I wasn’t happy but at the same time, I knew it was something he needed and basically, it was his turn.
But this simple fact of it being his turn and me doing the right thing for us, didn’t necessarily make it ok in mind. I tried to be ok with it but it was really unsettling for me. It’s were my kids grew up, blah blah blah,, it’s my home…
I don’t remember which sub I was listening to at this time….but it was a bump for me.
Five years before this, my youngest of four was getting ready to graduate school and I was thinking it would be a great time for me to out there in the working world. It was a scary thought too because I’d been a stay at home mom forever but at this point in my life, it was something that I really think I needed and was looking forward too….but more needed.
At this time, my oldest daughter was a sophomore in college and she had and uh oh and long story short, I have an amazingly wonderful grandson, whom I absolutely adore. He lives mostly with us now, but that wasn’t always the case. Even though she didn’t want to marry the father (and I certainly didn’t want that if she didn’t), a few months after he was born they bought a house together. Pretty much about 6 months after they were dating, they were a train wreck waiting to happen! So needless to say, I was slightly concerned about them moving out of here and into their own house, but that’s what was needed to happen. However, outta sight doesn’t mean outta mind for me and my worrying was endless.
AT THIS SAME TIME, I don’t remember what the fight was about (probably drinking), but my husband and I got into an argument with our youngest daughter, which resulted in her throwing her house key on the dining room table and saying, I’m out! And she moves in with her boyfriend, the next state over.
So now I have both of my baby girls out on the street! And not alone, one of them has my grandson (whom I instantly fell in love with when he was born), and I’m in no way certain that either parent is capable! Sleep is over-rated....
The guy my youngest daughter moves in with, I can’t say I dislike but life handed him a crappy deal and thus he hated him mom. I’m not even saying she didn’t deserve his hatred but I knew from the many conversations that I had with him, that he was very emotional distraught and it was only a matter of time before he went over the edge, now taking my daughter with him. As a parent, one of hardest things I had to learn was to let things run their course because my kids are no different from anyone else’s and they need to learn things for themselves. Internally, I’m dyeing....
As expected, that relationship went crazily wrong and ended with her moving in with my oldest daughter, her boyfriend and my grandson. Cause God forbid she come home…
That lasted about a year, when I find out that the boyfriend of my oldest daughter is now becoming somewhat abusive towards my daughter. Many nights my husband and I are pretty much pacing and passing each other like walking worry machines. Until the night came, that she called and said, can we come home? Okedokee! I said to my husband, you’ve had a few beers, I’ll drive….LET’S GO! They had all been drinking so no one else was driving!
Soooooooo, now we have everyone safe and sound back at home, my oldest daughter and grandson in their rooms in the basement, my youngest daughter back in her room and my two sons nicely squished back to their room together, with it being the smallest room in the house and now they’re bigger and older in bunk beds lol. It’s fine…
IN THE SAME TIME FRAME, my oldest son can’t seem to get it through his thick head that mommy and daddy don’t want parties at our house anymore, whether we’re home and/or especially when we’re not! He’s then 20 and had been working since he graduated high school at our family business…opted out of college which was fine. Being his secretary/treasurer I had put away a nice amount of his money and put it in a CD so he couldn’t spend it. My husband said, either he moves out or I’m gonna kill him! Alrighty then. This is my son that basically (<---overly used word in my stories), that I needed to chew his food for him to be able to survive! Who was gonna make sure he wasn’t drinking and driving? He wasn’t even legal!!! Who was gonna make sure he was wearing his seat belt? Getting up for work on time? Eating? Brushing his teeth for God’s sake????
Internally, I’m yet again, dieing. BUT, I push through and we find him a lovely town home that needs a little work and fits his budget that is in the next town over from us.
*************************************
At this time, I need to pause because I need to go and run some errands. Please don’t post any replies as I’m not even close to being done….and I’m glossing over things for the most part. But I hope you’re getting somewhat of a feel for my life…
To be continued…
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