Today I took Kevin to school and helped him study for a Science test. I offered, he accepted.
Then I took Gabrielle to get her work clothes. Two new pair of pants, belt, socks and shoes. It was fun. Then we went to Walmart and picked up a few things. We had a nice breakfast together. Then she had me drive her around a bit to look at rentals. We didn't get out, just drove by a couple. I am learning to just be quiet. I absolutely hate the idea, don't agree with it at all. When she brings up the subject I ask questions and gently shine the light on the negative. Or point out the positives of staying home.
I can't change the past. I can't undo the mistakes that have allowed the thinking that runs in her head. All I can do is stand firm to what I believe is right. I so struggle with that. The enemy has such a foot hold in my mind. I constantly struggle with looking to the future and not mourning the past. If only I had taught this...if only I had stood firm on that.
I do so envy and admire you mothers with young children that are 'doing it right'. I understand that it isn't perfect, that you make mistakes. What I read in your post is a confidence in your own personal walk with the Lord and then I see that shine through in the ways you are raising your children.
Anyhow, we had a great day.
I came home and was able to take care of a housing issue. Sent my husband an e-mail. I have been the proverbial dripping faucet. Poor thing; all the way in Okinawa and he still has to hear the annoying drip...drip...drip. He was very gracious when I spoke to him on the phone about it. He really does love me.
Then I went to pick up Kevin. He passed his test. WHOOO-HOOO!!! He was really worried about it. He hit a really yucky bump in his schooling and needed this positive to help get him over that bump.
I'm on call tonight. There was an after hours case scheduled for 1600 that another girl volunteered to work for me. Boy, do I owe her one!! I'm still on call for the rest of the night, but she covered that one for me.
I am spending time in Psalms. I'm not able to meditate on any thing just yet, but I am reading. There were about 3 right in a row today that really spoke to me heart. God's good that way.
I'm reading my Bible again and following through with some difficult decisions and I can feel Satan knocking around in my head. All those yucky feelings of feeling like a failure and never doing any thing right came to attack my mind this after noon.
Today was a good day. I spent good time with my daughter. I helped my son study for a test. I restored my relationship with my husband. (though I'm not sure he was aware of the yucky)
I spent time with the Lord. Now, I'm going to cook for my family and go to bed. My Gabrielle is home tonight.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Worth posting all by itself
The Lord is the only one Who will require an accounting about this. What we care or say won't garner you any credibility in His court.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
I'm taking a poll
Most of you that read my blog have younger children. A few of you have grown children and I will probably know your answer to this poll. Please answer any way.
Ask your friends and/or share how your parents handled this with you.
Should an 18 year old girl have a curfew?
Should an 18 year old girl have to pay rent to live at home?
If the 18 year old pays rent should she still have to be in by curfew?
This poll is really futile because a decision has already been made. One that my husband and I made together and agree on. I'm just curious as to how others have handled this point in their life.
Our decision? Well, my decision that he agreed to.
The family has family rules that we all live by. One is coming home at night, the other is you clean up behind yourself.
Curfew is MN, Sunday thru Thursday. Friday and Saturday it is 0100. Abide by the curfew live here for free.
Pay $100 a month and the curfew will be lifted.
This seemed to be a reasonable compromise. She is now looking for a place to rent. Please pray that I keep a cool head, stick to the plan and that there will be no place available for her to rent!
She must also give me $100 a month in order to continue to have car privileges. This one she gets and has no problem with agreeing to. Right now she can have the car on the days that she goes to work only. Once she earns her first pay check and can give me the $100, then she can drive the car when ever she wants.
Oh, silly me, the good news:
SHE HAS A JOB!!!!!
She will be working at Sizzlers, starting Friday.
I always try to start my post in a generic manner, esp if it is of a personal nature. I never can keep it that way though.
So, share with me please what your thoughts on this are. Sometimes it is so very hard for me to stand firm on certain issues. She almost had me swayed into lifting curfew and staying here for free. Can't do it.
Ask your friends and/or share how your parents handled this with you.
Should an 18 year old girl have a curfew?
Should an 18 year old girl have to pay rent to live at home?
If the 18 year old pays rent should she still have to be in by curfew?
This poll is really futile because a decision has already been made. One that my husband and I made together and agree on. I'm just curious as to how others have handled this point in their life.
Our decision? Well, my decision that he agreed to.
The family has family rules that we all live by. One is coming home at night, the other is you clean up behind yourself.
Curfew is MN, Sunday thru Thursday. Friday and Saturday it is 0100. Abide by the curfew live here for free.
Pay $100 a month and the curfew will be lifted.
This seemed to be a reasonable compromise. She is now looking for a place to rent. Please pray that I keep a cool head, stick to the plan and that there will be no place available for her to rent!
She must also give me $100 a month in order to continue to have car privileges. This one she gets and has no problem with agreeing to. Right now she can have the car on the days that she goes to work only. Once she earns her first pay check and can give me the $100, then she can drive the car when ever she wants.
Oh, silly me, the good news:
SHE HAS A JOB!!!!!
She will be working at Sizzlers, starting Friday.
I always try to start my post in a generic manner, esp if it is of a personal nature. I never can keep it that way though.
So, share with me please what your thoughts on this are. Sometimes it is so very hard for me to stand firm on certain issues. She almost had me swayed into lifting curfew and staying here for free. Can't do it.
Finally Made it
... to my first belly dancing class that is. What fun. My instructor told us today that we are to be the visual of the music that is heard. That a really excellent belly dancer will cause you to hear the music with her dance when there is no music to be heard. I really liked the sound of that.
Unfortunately, at this point the music you will visual with my dance will be the equivalent of nails on a chalk board. :) She was showing us a move to make with our necks; of my goodness. Who needs a chiropractor!? You should have heard my neck pop and crack. My shoulders and neck are aching from tightening all those muscles. My lower back is making me ask, oh my what did I do. Belly dancing is supposed to be good for strengthening those lower back muscles.
I was quite the distraction, what with my spontaneous laughter and giggling.
The one thing I didn't like was she kept telling us that we were goddesses. My mind would tell me no, I am a princess, not a goddess. A princess of The King.
It was a very fun experience. I look forward to going again. I seriously doubt that I will lose any weight by just taking this class, however, I will get to laugh and find muscle I forgot I had. ;)
Unfortunately, at this point the music you will visual with my dance will be the equivalent of nails on a chalk board. :) She was showing us a move to make with our necks; of my goodness. Who needs a chiropractor!? You should have heard my neck pop and crack. My shoulders and neck are aching from tightening all those muscles. My lower back is making me ask, oh my what did I do. Belly dancing is supposed to be good for strengthening those lower back muscles.
I was quite the distraction, what with my spontaneous laughter and giggling.
The one thing I didn't like was she kept telling us that we were goddesses. My mind would tell me no, I am a princess, not a goddess. A princess of The King.
It was a very fun experience. I look forward to going again. I seriously doubt that I will lose any weight by just taking this class, however, I will get to laugh and find muscle I forgot I had. ;)
Monday, September 17, 2007
"I can't lead if you won't let me."
Put that feather in your hat and wear it. No thank you very much, it isn't very flattering.
No, it isn't; but it is the truth. Bless his sweet heart for taking a deep breath and saying it, rather than just clamming up and saying nothing.
All the old words were there to throw back. So it's all MY fault?! That's ok, you'll still be held accountable for not stepping up to the plate and being strong.
Then the very small voice that whispered, yea but you'll be held accountable too and you know he's right.
That feather is in my hat like it or not. I'm not yielded to much of anything just now.
Anger overflows and runs down my face in unchecked tears.
I have a choice: blame it on hormones, dig out the prozac, or fall on my face before the Lord.
I ashamed to say I don't want to do any of it.
In all the years of this intense anger that tends to rage with in me, I never feel that my anger is at the Lord. In fact I have taken great pride in the fact that in spite of it all, I'm not angry at the Lord.
Yea, well, lot of good that does me when anger is anger and interferes with all my relationships.
I had let go of this anger. It had actually gone away. When it reared it's ugly head I could recoginze it and calm it.
Now it's back and every thing is feeding it. work, the Marine Corps, my relationship with my daughter, the condition of my house.
I recognize the vicious cycle.
Rather than surrendering and resting I'm up on the balls of my feet, fist clenched and raised, ready to do battle.
Put that feather in your hat and wear it. No thank you very much, it isn't very flattering.
No, it isn't; but it is the truth. Bless his sweet heart for taking a deep breath and saying it, rather than just clamming up and saying nothing.
All the old words were there to throw back. So it's all MY fault?! That's ok, you'll still be held accountable for not stepping up to the plate and being strong.
Then the very small voice that whispered, yea but you'll be held accountable too and you know he's right.
That feather is in my hat like it or not. I'm not yielded to much of anything just now.
Anger overflows and runs down my face in unchecked tears.
I have a choice: blame it on hormones, dig out the prozac, or fall on my face before the Lord.
I ashamed to say I don't want to do any of it.
In all the years of this intense anger that tends to rage with in me, I never feel that my anger is at the Lord. In fact I have taken great pride in the fact that in spite of it all, I'm not angry at the Lord.
Yea, well, lot of good that does me when anger is anger and interferes with all my relationships.
I had let go of this anger. It had actually gone away. When it reared it's ugly head I could recoginze it and calm it.
Now it's back and every thing is feeding it. work, the Marine Corps, my relationship with my daughter, the condition of my house.
I recognize the vicious cycle.
Rather than surrendering and resting I'm up on the balls of my feet, fist clenched and raised, ready to do battle.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Seems I've Blown It Again
My daughter and son rode to church with me tonight. My daughter was on the phone the whole way inviting her new found friends to church. Two of them came.
I sat tall in my seat with my son beside me and my daughter behind me. Her two friends were male and they sang the hymns and followed the scriptures in the Bibles. They didn't bring their Bibles, but just before the sermon Gab slipped out and got all three of them a Bible.
I can not even begin to explain the mother's pride and warm fuzzy feelings that coursed through my body in praise to God.
Then came the fall. After church my daughter came up to me in her tiny black dress and 3 inch heels and says, we are going to go 4 wheeling and then to Eureka Point. It's also very dark. My reflexive response was; "Your going 4 wheeling in that! No, I want you to come home with me."
Needless to say she didn't hear what was in my heart. I had made the assumption that since she came with me she would leave with me. I asked her to please come home with me.
She vollied with this general approach: I don't want to go home and do nothing. I've already told you that I want to make a date to spend time with you. You have to learn to let go of me.
I continued to say Please come home with me. I attempted to express that I just wanted her home. That knowing she was here brought me comfort. Just doing plain ordinary things like finding food to eat, making and eating it together and watching TV together brings me great comfort and peace. Nor did I try to tell her that I had done an admirable job of 'letting her go'. For the last 3 weeks she has been gone every night until at least MN. Not once have I demanded to know where she had been or what she was doing. I would greet her. I would ask how her night was and did she have a good time. In other words I tried to show interest in her life and make conversation.
OK, so how did I blow it? I walked away. Then I back tracked to her and in front of her friends asked them not to take her 4 wheeling in the outfit she was in. Thanked them for bringing her home and then made sure they all heard that I was very angry and hurt. Yes, I embarrassed her and myself.
Then on the way home I cried the gut wretching sobs of broken hearted rejection.
Next I will attempt to write her an apology for my childishness. Then in the same note try to express to her that my desire to have her home tonight was just a desire to be with her. Yes, I would love to make plans to go and do something with her, but sometimes I just like to cozy up knowing that my family is here with me.
I sat tall in my seat with my son beside me and my daughter behind me. Her two friends were male and they sang the hymns and followed the scriptures in the Bibles. They didn't bring their Bibles, but just before the sermon Gab slipped out and got all three of them a Bible.
I can not even begin to explain the mother's pride and warm fuzzy feelings that coursed through my body in praise to God.
Then came the fall. After church my daughter came up to me in her tiny black dress and 3 inch heels and says, we are going to go 4 wheeling and then to Eureka Point. It's also very dark. My reflexive response was; "Your going 4 wheeling in that! No, I want you to come home with me."
Needless to say she didn't hear what was in my heart. I had made the assumption that since she came with me she would leave with me. I asked her to please come home with me.
She vollied with this general approach: I don't want to go home and do nothing. I've already told you that I want to make a date to spend time with you. You have to learn to let go of me.
I continued to say Please come home with me. I attempted to express that I just wanted her home. That knowing she was here brought me comfort. Just doing plain ordinary things like finding food to eat, making and eating it together and watching TV together brings me great comfort and peace. Nor did I try to tell her that I had done an admirable job of 'letting her go'. For the last 3 weeks she has been gone every night until at least MN. Not once have I demanded to know where she had been or what she was doing. I would greet her. I would ask how her night was and did she have a good time. In other words I tried to show interest in her life and make conversation.
OK, so how did I blow it? I walked away. Then I back tracked to her and in front of her friends asked them not to take her 4 wheeling in the outfit she was in. Thanked them for bringing her home and then made sure they all heard that I was very angry and hurt. Yes, I embarrassed her and myself.
Then on the way home I cried the gut wretching sobs of broken hearted rejection.
Next I will attempt to write her an apology for my childishness. Then in the same note try to express to her that my desire to have her home tonight was just a desire to be with her. Yes, I would love to make plans to go and do something with her, but sometimes I just like to cozy up knowing that my family is here with me.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
What a week!!
Monday: Work til 1530. cook dinner watch Tv with Kevin. Sit in ER with Kevin from 2100 to 0100.
Tuesday: Drag Kevin to work with me. At noon assist the Dr. in a minor procedure on my boy. He had an endoscopy and is doing well. We didn't leave work until 1730. Ate fast food came home and watched about 30 mins of TV and crashed!
I missed my first Belly Dancing class because I had to stay late at work and was quite exhausted from the night before.
I have no idea what your reaction is about me taking a belly dancing class. I'm sure it is from one extreme to the other depending on your beliefs and up bringing. So let me quickly reassure you that this is something Michael has wanted me to do for years. When I learned that a community class was being offered right here where I lived, I jumped on it. What better gift to give my husband after a years absence. Unfortunately, I can't keep a secret. Hopefully the anticipation will be a good thing and not a disappointment for him. :)
Wednesday: Back to work. Kevin went to school. I told him I was going to have to medicate him heavily on a regular basis. Other than being a little gun shy about eating he was in a great mood! I was home long enough to get supper made and then called back to work.
Thursday: Kevin and I drove 3 1/2 hours to have his blood work done. This is an out reach program from Illinois that does a compound nutrient program. They will run various test on his blood, urine and hair and then compound a program of vitamins and minerals for him. I've had him on the program before and it is well worth the hassle. I had Gab on it too but getting her to swallow a pill on a regular basis is not worth the hassle. :) I would really like to get me on the program in March. Then we drove home. Got in around 2100 and went right to bed.
Friday: Kevin to school, me to work. What a day! We are having major problems with one of our doctors. We also have new anesthesia providers so we are adjusting and transitioning to them. Not to mention the personality drainers that were already there to begin with. This week at work was more than a little draining. I will leave this one story with you.
Problem doctor arrived to do surgery. Pt in surgery room, awake but medicated for comfort. Procedure begins. The nurse ask pt how she is doing.
Pt: Fine, my bladder is full though.
Nurse: Dr. pt is uncomfortable, please empty her bladder.
Dr.: Huh?
Nurse: repeats, pt uncomfortable. Please empty her bladder.
Dr.: What pt?
Huge pause
Nurse: Um the pt you are doing surgery on. The only pt in the room.
That pretty much sums up my week at work.
Saturday: Today. Kevin and I slept in late. I am still in my PJ's at 1400 and have been on the computer all morning. Kevin wants to go to the church picnic at 1600 so I need to get moving. I had a whole lot I wanted to accomplish today, but after the week we've had; I'm just happy to be out of bed.
My daughter still lives at home though it is very rare that I see her. I kiss her bye in the morning and she kisses me good night when she comes in late at night.
She finally gave Q the full heave hoe. It was very painful for her. I'm glad it's done. She is actually talking to me and sharing her life with me again. Some of it I'd just rather not know, but when she's talking the door is open again and I have some influence. At least that's what I like to think.
She has one last test to take and then she is a full fledged bonafide High School Graduate!!!
Please pray that a job is in her near future!! One that will hire her quickly and then give her Dec 21 thru Jan 7 off.
Guess what!? Tomorrow is Sunday. The beginning of a brand new week!
Dear Lord, this week my focus has been on me and the circumstances that surround me. Forgive me. As this new week begins I pray that my focus will be on you alone. Only you can change the situations at work. Only you can protect my son and motivate him to put school work a priority. Only you can protect my daughter. Only you can give me the wisdom to give them each direction and proper love. I pray for myself a humbled heart and a yielded spirit so that I can be used as a vessel for your purpose and Glory in my family. Thank you so much for keeping my husband safe and close to your heart. Please continue to give him the strength to resist all temptations that are placed before him. Esp., those temptations that come before a man that is seperated from his wife and family. Lord, please be my substitute while Michael is a way. I realize that if he has You he truely doesn't need me at all. Let that be so during this time he is away. Fill his heart and soul with your very presence; mine to. Then when our time is together once again it will be sweeter than anything we could imagine. Thank you Lord for being the Great I AM. Please forgive me for my selfish haughty spirit. Forgive me for being the fix it doer, before I come to you in prayer. Forgive me for all the ugly awful nasty things I have said at work this week. My attitude has dirtied my heart and been a stumbling block for those I work with. Forgive me. Thank you for bringing Gab back to me. Thank you for bringing a Christian influence into her life. Please let it be real and true Lord. Please Lord give me the strength and desire to fear you more than I fear the emotional response of my grown up child.
I love you Lord.
Tuesday: Drag Kevin to work with me. At noon assist the Dr. in a minor procedure on my boy. He had an endoscopy and is doing well. We didn't leave work until 1730. Ate fast food came home and watched about 30 mins of TV and crashed!
I missed my first Belly Dancing class because I had to stay late at work and was quite exhausted from the night before.
I have no idea what your reaction is about me taking a belly dancing class. I'm sure it is from one extreme to the other depending on your beliefs and up bringing. So let me quickly reassure you that this is something Michael has wanted me to do for years. When I learned that a community class was being offered right here where I lived, I jumped on it. What better gift to give my husband after a years absence. Unfortunately, I can't keep a secret. Hopefully the anticipation will be a good thing and not a disappointment for him. :)
Wednesday: Back to work. Kevin went to school. I told him I was going to have to medicate him heavily on a regular basis. Other than being a little gun shy about eating he was in a great mood! I was home long enough to get supper made and then called back to work.
Thursday: Kevin and I drove 3 1/2 hours to have his blood work done. This is an out reach program from Illinois that does a compound nutrient program. They will run various test on his blood, urine and hair and then compound a program of vitamins and minerals for him. I've had him on the program before and it is well worth the hassle. I had Gab on it too but getting her to swallow a pill on a regular basis is not worth the hassle. :) I would really like to get me on the program in March. Then we drove home. Got in around 2100 and went right to bed.
Friday: Kevin to school, me to work. What a day! We are having major problems with one of our doctors. We also have new anesthesia providers so we are adjusting and transitioning to them. Not to mention the personality drainers that were already there to begin with. This week at work was more than a little draining. I will leave this one story with you.
Problem doctor arrived to do surgery. Pt in surgery room, awake but medicated for comfort. Procedure begins. The nurse ask pt how she is doing.
Pt: Fine, my bladder is full though.
Nurse: Dr. pt is uncomfortable, please empty her bladder.
Dr.: Huh?
Nurse: repeats, pt uncomfortable. Please empty her bladder.
Dr.: What pt?
Huge pause
Nurse: Um the pt you are doing surgery on. The only pt in the room.
That pretty much sums up my week at work.
Saturday: Today. Kevin and I slept in late. I am still in my PJ's at 1400 and have been on the computer all morning. Kevin wants to go to the church picnic at 1600 so I need to get moving. I had a whole lot I wanted to accomplish today, but after the week we've had; I'm just happy to be out of bed.
My daughter still lives at home though it is very rare that I see her. I kiss her bye in the morning and she kisses me good night when she comes in late at night.
She finally gave Q the full heave hoe. It was very painful for her. I'm glad it's done. She is actually talking to me and sharing her life with me again. Some of it I'd just rather not know, but when she's talking the door is open again and I have some influence. At least that's what I like to think.
She has one last test to take and then she is a full fledged bonafide High School Graduate!!!
Please pray that a job is in her near future!! One that will hire her quickly and then give her Dec 21 thru Jan 7 off.
Guess what!? Tomorrow is Sunday. The beginning of a brand new week!
Dear Lord, this week my focus has been on me and the circumstances that surround me. Forgive me. As this new week begins I pray that my focus will be on you alone. Only you can change the situations at work. Only you can protect my son and motivate him to put school work a priority. Only you can protect my daughter. Only you can give me the wisdom to give them each direction and proper love. I pray for myself a humbled heart and a yielded spirit so that I can be used as a vessel for your purpose and Glory in my family. Thank you so much for keeping my husband safe and close to your heart. Please continue to give him the strength to resist all temptations that are placed before him. Esp., those temptations that come before a man that is seperated from his wife and family. Lord, please be my substitute while Michael is a way. I realize that if he has You he truely doesn't need me at all. Let that be so during this time he is away. Fill his heart and soul with your very presence; mine to. Then when our time is together once again it will be sweeter than anything we could imagine. Thank you Lord for being the Great I AM. Please forgive me for my selfish haughty spirit. Forgive me for being the fix it doer, before I come to you in prayer. Forgive me for all the ugly awful nasty things I have said at work this week. My attitude has dirtied my heart and been a stumbling block for those I work with. Forgive me. Thank you for bringing Gab back to me. Thank you for bringing a Christian influence into her life. Please let it be real and true Lord. Please Lord give me the strength and desire to fear you more than I fear the emotional response of my grown up child.
I love you Lord.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Good News and Bad News
Good news: I cooked a pound of bacon to freeze for breakfast. Meant for several breakfasts.
Bad News: I only have enough for tomorrows breakfast. That was some GOOD bacon.
Good News: Gabrielle has found that she needs to spend less time with Q and more time with
other friends.
Bad News: I'm not sure her new friends are 'any better'.
Good news: Gab and friends went to lunch.
Bad news: Friends had no $.
Good news: Gabby had money.
Bad news: It was her gas $.
Good news: When the car runs out of gas, she can ride the bus.
Bad news: My phone bill was over $700. YIKES!!!
Good news: AT&T has an international calling plan that I am now signed up for AND he
adjusted my bill so I only have to pay half of the original cost.
Good news: Supper was cooked and consumed. Breakfast muffins are made.
Bad news: (not really) I now need to clean up the mess and freeze the muffins.
Good news: My husband just called. :) He made this statement: I need to remember you do
well with direction. I need to just give you direction and quit throwing you
through the hoops. Oh my, what a revelation. I do so love my man.
The hoop? Where to spend Dec. vacation. For 9 years I have talked about Australia. That's where I've been planning to take us this Christmas Holiday. Michael was in complete agreement. Then he calls and says he hears that the diving is better in Palau. Pa..what?! I was so upset. I do not change gears well at all!! However, my interest was piked and I began to surf the WEB. Oh my Palau is beautiful. The other thing I learned is you have to stop on Guam to get to Palau. Michael is an Air Force brat and learned to dive on Guam. One of the things he's always talked about off and on throughout the years is taking us to Guam and scuba Diving with us there. Being on the beach with us and grilling wings. So, when I realized this was a doable plan I got excited. I expressed this excitement and plan to him on the phone. Tonight he called and said he'd been thinking and wanted to go to Australia. I got upset. He was only thinking of me. What I said before had sank in and he realized that Australia was something I had wanted to do for a long time. Unfortunately, I had already switched gears and was excited about being able to fulfil one of his dreams as well as being able to vacation in what I would call a dream. Some place that I would have only dreamed to be possible. Once he realized, he backed up. That is when he said that he needed to quit putting me thru hoops. He plainly and clearly stated that he wanted to go to Palau via Guam. Now, I have direction and can move forward toward a goal that will make us all happy. That's my job isn't it?! To please my man?!
I have no idea what kind of sense this does or doesn't make, I do know that the good news is:
My husband loves me!!
Such a simple statement of truth; I just need to give you direction and stick with it. That so works for me!
Okay, so now I need to clean up dinner, freeze the muffins and go to bed.
Bad News: I only have enough for tomorrows breakfast. That was some GOOD bacon.
Good News: Gabrielle has found that she needs to spend less time with Q and more time with
other friends.
Bad News: I'm not sure her new friends are 'any better'.
Good news: Gab and friends went to lunch.
Bad news: Friends had no $.
Good news: Gabby had money.
Bad news: It was her gas $.
Good news: When the car runs out of gas, she can ride the bus.
Bad news: My phone bill was over $700. YIKES!!!
Good news: AT&T has an international calling plan that I am now signed up for AND he
adjusted my bill so I only have to pay half of the original cost.
Good news: Supper was cooked and consumed. Breakfast muffins are made.
Bad news: (not really) I now need to clean up the mess and freeze the muffins.
Good news: My husband just called. :) He made this statement: I need to remember you do
well with direction. I need to just give you direction and quit throwing you
through the hoops. Oh my, what a revelation. I do so love my man.
The hoop? Where to spend Dec. vacation. For 9 years I have talked about Australia. That's where I've been planning to take us this Christmas Holiday. Michael was in complete agreement. Then he calls and says he hears that the diving is better in Palau. Pa..what?! I was so upset. I do not change gears well at all!! However, my interest was piked and I began to surf the WEB. Oh my Palau is beautiful. The other thing I learned is you have to stop on Guam to get to Palau. Michael is an Air Force brat and learned to dive on Guam. One of the things he's always talked about off and on throughout the years is taking us to Guam and scuba Diving with us there. Being on the beach with us and grilling wings. So, when I realized this was a doable plan I got excited. I expressed this excitement and plan to him on the phone. Tonight he called and said he'd been thinking and wanted to go to Australia. I got upset. He was only thinking of me. What I said before had sank in and he realized that Australia was something I had wanted to do for a long time. Unfortunately, I had already switched gears and was excited about being able to fulfil one of his dreams as well as being able to vacation in what I would call a dream. Some place that I would have only dreamed to be possible. Once he realized, he backed up. That is when he said that he needed to quit putting me thru hoops. He plainly and clearly stated that he wanted to go to Palau via Guam. Now, I have direction and can move forward toward a goal that will make us all happy. That's my job isn't it?! To please my man?!
I have no idea what kind of sense this does or doesn't make, I do know that the good news is:
My husband loves me!!
Such a simple statement of truth; I just need to give you direction and stick with it. That so works for me!
Okay, so now I need to clean up dinner, freeze the muffins and go to bed.
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