I am back from my lengthy vacay and ready to blog again. While I checked out from the blog world, my life went to hell in a hand basket and raising children turned increasingly mind numbing as it was gratifying.
First, I started this blog to prepare and survive turning 30. I am now way into 31 and have survived thus far.
In the way of fresh starts, I want to become a better person to include mother, spouse, and friend. I also as you know need to work on loving myself and my body in order to remain my husband's wife and children's mother.
I decided to freshen the look with some blue ( not my favorite shade, but it sure is fresh?)
I am not changing the name because I remain true to my original inspiration. The old about me definition did have to go, though.
Here is my new definition of myself.
By day, I am a Licensed Certified Social Worker (LCSW) that provide groups and private therapy to the mass surrounding the Ruleville, MS area. By night, I pose as a fearless leader that is able to educate, steer, motivate, and rescue at moments notice to a spouse, 3 young ins, and a pesky mutt. These roles often leave me confused, hopeless, helpless, inspired, and constantly fearful. I blog to better record and process my life because time flies when your holding on tight and begging for mercy!
What do you think? Do you ever feel like it is time to ramp up life and begin again?
Recently, the family vacation on the coast has been a hot group topic.
I longed to escape from the the reality of G'wood
and relax on the warm beaches of 'Bama.
Unfortunately, The Hubie and I started one of many lets face the dislikes and concerns
that avoidance has been the prescription for at home.
Yea, This married couple broke out the boxing gloves for World War 2011!
That is right guys. The Hubie and I fight. Not often but with passion and with vengeance.
Always have.
We fight to release frustration, insecurities, resentment, and self pity.
We fight with anger, frustration, fear, worry, and hope.
We started this fight club from the moment we hit the condo. We felt heartbreak, love, and exhaustion and we survived.
I don't know how the argument started or what the fight was about.
The highlight was when we had made up then started back at it in the parking garage of the condo. I was standing up and finger pointing like a sick scene from Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf.
When another couple walked up and said to Hank, "I see your wrong again (laughing)". Embarrassed, I hid quickly to listen as they explained to Hank that they had been married for 35 yrs. This couple told him that the fights would decrease in intensity over the years but hopefully the the communication and passion would remain. They walked off holding hands and providing hope that one day we will be too old for this shit. Hank and I decide to make up!
In honor of this horrible story. I will share three brief previous fight stories that trigger laughter to us now. The Hubie can be a real asshole sometimes but his stories are his to tell.
These are me showing my ass!
1. When we were dating and out in downtown G'ville we got in a fight while walking to the car that
happened to be parked in front of the police station ( Tequila was involved). I was refusing to drive and yelling. Hank said to stop because the cops would accuse him of attacking me. I then yelled because I thought this was stupid..... Knock, Knock on the window. "ma'am, is this man hurting you?"... "oh, no"...."Sir, I think you are and want to take you in right now".... "oh, no officer he was not (embarrassed)"... "I have my eyes on you buddy"... REALLY, REALLY!
2. We were fighting in my bedroom at my mom's house about the fears related to having a baby and if when could do it. As I bounce up and down on the bed (of course yelling with my hands).... The bed broke and fell dramatically to the floor in which my mother runs up stairs and probably thought we were making whoopee or something! Yea, don't you wish I was your catch!
3. As a very pregnant girl, I finally stopped waiting tables to stay at home, study, and prepare for this upcoming change. I decide in the first week to be a good house wife and make dinner for when my spouse came home at midnight. I choose quesadillas. I burned one, then two, and then on and on...Hank walked in the middle of the burning. I don't know how it was his fault, but it was. As I yelled and cried. Hank picked me up and carried me to bed. He tucked me in and will never let me live down that rush of hormones for the rest of my life.
I guess if we survived that then we have more to come and more memories to make!
P.S. I really do love The Hubie despite these events!
