12/20/09 - Yay, I got in to see a specialist last Thursday, and I'm almost completely better now! Hooray! Thanks for all your well-wishes and good thoughts, everyone. Have a wonderful Christmas this week, if that's what you celebrate! XOXO Asia, Catty & Devin 12/13 - I'm better and worse, and better and worse. Hopefully I can get in to see a specialist this week who can get me straightened out. Keep your fingers crossed for me. I sure am tired of being unwell. 12/08 - Man, I have never been so sick in my life. I went to the hospital and got mis-diagnosed with a bladder infection. They gave me antibiotics, and the next day I'm back, telling them the meds aren't helping. So they give me a different kind of antibiotics. The next day Catty gets pinkeye, and I'm still feeling awful. The day after that, I'm back in the hospital, crying and on the verge of a nervous breakdown because I'm so sick, now Devin has pinkeye too, I haven't had a decent night's sleep in ages (and of course I have no help with the kids - I can't ask anyone to watch kids with pinkeye!) The doctors confer, and give me the strongest antibiotics yet. As I'm leaving with the kids, I ask if it would be ok for me take probiotics to replace all the good bacteria that have been wiped out, because basically my insides were no longer functioning at all. They said yes, so I stocked up, and lo and behold - THAT was the cure. I needed probiotics all along!! All those antibiotics took my already low levels down to nothing, and I got sicker, and sicker and sicker with every new prescription they gave me. I paid them for WHAT exactly?!? I figured out my own @*#&$@ cure!! Anyway, I'm weak, but improving rapidly now. I mean all my insides were working at close to normal again within hours of taking the probiotics. God I am so glad this nightmare is finally ending! Looking at my emailbox makes me want to cry. There's no way I can respond to all of them. I will probably read them all and then do a mass delete and start with a clean slate, LOL... I just don't have the energy to even go there right now. I'm behind on web orders, and I've still got two kids here with pinkeye. Good times, good times... 11/25 - Happy Turkey Day everyone!!! I went into Catty's school yesterday for the school's Thanksgiving lunch for the whole family. I thanked Catty's reading teacher for giving her some harder books. She said, "Those books are for 2nd graders, you know!" I laughed - "There's no manual for a Catty! I just have to follow her lead!" 2nd grade books are for 7-yr olds, but of course Catty is only 4. Did she struggle with those books? Not at all. In fact, she made me sad by showing me that she doesn't even need to read out loud anymore. My little girl who really isn't old enough to be in Kindergarten yet, can read silently now. BOO!!!! I think I will tell her she has to read out loud to me if she wants snuggle time before bed. I know she loves her snuggle time! 11/19 - Yesterday Catty came home from school with a book in a ziplock baggie, the first time they'd ever sent home a book to read. Catty was so excited, she climbed up into her tall stool where she does arts and crafts stuff (so Devin can't touch any of it) and she opened up her baggie and read her book. 30 seconds later, she was really annoyed that she was done with it. I laughed, "Was that a really hard book, Catty?" "NO! That was a book for babies!" "Well... maybe you need to tell your teachers that, then." So she set right to work, scribbling furiously, and THIS was what she wrote up and stuck in the book baggie to take back to school with her today. How cute is she?!? One of the things that every parent of a gifted kid has to struggle with at some point, is how much to advocate for your child at school when they are young. How do you say, "Hey, my kid is special, they're going need a little more than the others" without looking like a pushy, overbearing jerk? I'm sure the teachers hear that line from at least half the parents who come in every single year! And me being socially phobic, you can guess how much it thrilled me to think about going in to talk to them. So I cannot believe my good luck, that I have the only 4 year old in the world who will write notes to the teacher all of her own accord, demanding harder work! HA!! How can they argue with a 4 year old?? They can't! LOL!! And mission accomplished - after school today, the teacher was laughing to me about Catty's note, and Catty got two new books that are several years more advanced, and everyone is happy now! And they totally crossed out the pre-printed reading list that Catty's grade is doing, and started writing a NEW list, just for Catty, on the backside of her paper! YAY! *Happy Dance* p.s. Catty wants you to know that the word of the day in our house is "coprolite". 11/13 - I'm sitting here at my computer, Catty is at school, and I'm getting really annoyed at my keyboard because something's weird with it. I pick it up to see why it's being all gimpy and unbalanced, and there's a folded up paper under it. It's a note from Catty. It says "Good Love for Asia" on the outside, and I unfold it and then it reads "You are the best mom ever" and I unfold it again and it says "I love you a lot, Love Catty". I don't know what I did to deserve the most awesome 4 year old on the planet, but good grief, I could not possibly love this kid any more than I do. She is freakin' amazing. *sniffle* 11/11 - So Catty's at that age where she MUST have "long princess hair"! But she cries every morning when I brush her hair before school. And I have tried EVERYTHING, this brush, that brush, doing it fast, going slow, extra conditioner, spray-on detangler, etc etc. And every morning she cries and cries when I brush her hair no matter what I do, and it breaks my heart. So I had to cut it off. But Catty is wonderfully rational and reasonable, and she totally understood why I was doing it. She said, "Mommy, will I look like Dora after you cut it?" and I promised she would, and so we went from this, snip snip snip to this. And now the brushing is easy and Catty looks super-cute, and life is good! So then my eyes turned to Devin... LOL... You'll have to forgive me for letting him grow a shaggy mullet for this long - but as an Asian mum with black hair, and a dark-haired hubby as well, my son's white locks were like a national treasure to me. What recessive genetic odds Devin beat to have that hair! I couldn't bear to see it go! But yes, *sigh* my beautiful little Mullet Boy is now my beautiful little Mushroom Head LOL!! Oh and on another, unrelated note, who is the wise guy giving Devin more votes than Catty?!? Is it REALLY that hard to click the vote button twice instead of once?? WTH?!? You're going to give my kids huge self-esteem problems with this kind of carelessness!! (of course I hope you KNOW I'm kidding - I'm very grateful that you took the time to vote at all - THANK YOU!!!) 10/26 - Ever since our whirlwind trip to Salt Lake City and Denver, I've been having chest pains on my left side. Sipping red wine and chewing aspirin and laying around with my feet up didn't seem to help much. After an afternoon spent in a movie theater with the kids so I could keep on being a sedentary vegetable, I finally decided I had to see a doctor. (Keep in mind I hate doctors so much that I delivered my own kid at home by myself) But after about 3 days of these chest pains, I knew if I didn't see a doctor and find out WTH was going on, I was DEFINITELY going to give myself a heart attack from stressing about it! So. I rounded the kids up after the movie and went to InstaCare. They sent me to the E.R. I was triaged in right away, and they tested my blood and my pee and did X-rays and all that fun stuff. As soon as they said I seemed perfectly healthy, no heart attack happening, I thanked them for their time, yanked out my IV, and took off with the kiddos. (who had had QUITE enough of being cooped up in a tiny hospital room for ages - trying to keep them amused in there for so long definitely raised my blood pressure quite a bit!) Over the last two days the chest pains have been easing up now, thankfully. I guess maybe I pulled a chest muscle from carrying Devin around airports for 4 days? No way of knowing. I'm just glad all's well that ends well! *huge sigh of relief* It's impossible to put into words how terrifying it is to think about dying when you know that you're all your kids have - if I die, I would leave behind 3 and 4 year old orphans! Ugh - that's about enough to give anyone a heart attack right there... 10/18 - Shameless grovelling here - grovelgrovelbegbeg!!! I entered pics of my monkeys in the annual Gap casting call just like 100,000 other moms and I do every year, but now they've added a new category - "fan favorite"! Wow! Finally a chance for my kids to show up on their radar! WOOT! Unfortunately they make you register to vote. Boo! But seriously, it takes all of 30 seconds to register. And then you can vote for both Catty and Devin once a day every day after that! (I know you are marking this big moment of excitement on your calendar, LOL!) But seriously, if you've ever wanted to help out a poor widow but didn't have the means, this is your chance! 30 seconds of your time and tossing a vote our way whenever you think of it would mean so much to me! Because... because my kids are my whole world. Don't know what else to say about that. Here is the link. THANK YOU to everyone who takes a minute to help us out! XXXOOO!!! 09/18 - Mom was bored. Mom said, "Oh - idea! I'll put streaks in my hair! That will be fun!" Mom puts streaks in her hair, looks in the mirror, and says, "Wow... FAIL." I was not impressed with my hair-streaking abilities at all. After pondering my reflection in dismay, I realized that highlights look totally ridiculous on me, because putting that much effort into your hair is "high-maintenance", whereas as a single mom of a 3 & 4 yr old, I'm not even familiar with the word "maintenance" anymore unless used in the context of our Jeep needing an oil change. What to do? I called in the kiddos, and we had a makeup party, making ourselves look all glam and beauteous. Me 'n' Devin and Me 'n' Catty. We definitely had fun with it! Today I turned back into a pumpkin, and I just yanked my streaky hair up into a ponytail as usual, and my brief fling with impulsiveness isn't TOO noticeable, LOL... 09/15 - I can't think of too many times I've ever had the confidence to stand up and say, "Yay me!! I did great!!", but I'm going to do it right now. Today when I was paying for Catty's tuition at her school, the principal came out of her office just to tell me and everyone in earshot that Catty is "Brilliant, just brilliant! She is a very, very bright little girl. And we are so thrilled that you chose our school to send her to." I remember every word so clearly, because I just kept replaying it in my head all afternoon, and I've been on cloud 9. It wasn't Catty's teacher saying this - it was the PRINCIPAL, so they've really noticed my little girl, and I'm SO FREAKIN' PROUD OF HER!!! I have tears in my eyes just typing this - it's been such a long road for me as a single, widowed and grieving mom of 2 babies. I've never had a day off, I've never had any help, my kids never went to pre-school - it's just been me and them learning together. Me teaching math with jellybeans, me teaching Catty to read by exchanging funny emails and IMs, teaching Spanish by saying silly things to make them laugh, doing crazy drawings on the white board together, going on long hikes and showing them how to identify animals by tracks and feces, whatever I could think of, new stuff every day... I've poured my heart and soul into raising my kids the very, very best I can, and I feel like today was vindication day. The hardest part of this parenting journey has ended now that Catty is in school 4 days a week, and Devin goes to an in-home daycare twice a week - suddenly I have 2 days a week with 5 hours all for ME and ME alone!! WOWZERS!! It was definitely a little scary for me to let Catty go, especially as she's a year younger than her peers, but today I've been told it's all good. Catty's "brilliant", she loves school, and I've done good as mommy (and daddy!) up until now... DANGIT, I'm just so happy and proud!!! YAY CATTY and YAY ME!!! Ok, I better end this now - my arm is getting sore from so much self-back-patting, LOL!! Hmmm... as I'm re-reading this, I'm embarrassed now and want to take it down. But my blog is for sharing experiences in my life that are meaningful to me, right? Ok then - I am going to sit on my hands and leave it! 09/14 - Well if you can't tell from the pic I posted of Catty in her pretty plaid dress, she is attending a "non-denominational Christian school". Of course to a diehard atheist like myself, "non-denominational" ("not pertaining to any religious group") and "Christian" ("Christian") seem kind of oxymoronic paired together, but hey, I freely admit I've stumbled into unfamiliar territory here! I have no problem with religion at all, as long as no one is trying to force it down my throat. I happily moved to Utah because it was a safe, conservative, and kid-friendly place to raise my babies. And I have not regretted that decision at all, except for the moment when I found out how bad (read: TERRIBLE!!) the public schools are here! But I found a great private school willing to accept Catty, so all is well! Little bit of awkwardness though - her school starts every day off with prayer. "So Catty, how are you doing with the prayer every morning?" Catty frowns. "Mommy, what is prayer?" "Well, it's when you talk to God." "But what is God?" ...Ohhhhh boy. This is SO beyond my realm of expertise. I've been an atheist my whole life. Since I was about 6 yrs old. Hm. Mommy thinks... "Well, God is someone who lives in the clouds with Daddy. And when you pray, you talk to him." "But Mommy, Daddy isn't really in the clouds. We only pretend that. He is really in the pineapple box" (his wooden urn on the mantel) Mommy musters up every bit of self-control to keep herself from saying, "Well there isn't really any God in the clouds either!", because it's bad enough that I have a 4 yr old who knows there is no Santa or Tooth Fairy! Catty has already been entrusted with far too much explosive Kindergartener dynamite, so Mommy must keep her outlandish ideas to herself for at least a few more years yet. I'm not trying to ruffle any feathers - I know many, if not most of you, struggle on different levels with keeping faith for yourselves and/or family in a world that seems ever more secular. But I just wanted to shed a little light onto the other side of the divide - yup, it's also a challenge for us on this side of the divide as well! :o) p.s. Please don't send me any more Bibles. I think we have every religion now, seriously... 09/01 - Catty's first day of school started a little rough but ended up GREAT! She LOVED it, and can't wait to go back tomorrow! WOOOT!!!! 08/29 - Catty is starting school in two days. It's a bittersweet feeling to know my little girl is big enough to go to school now. School seems so very far away when you're holding that little newborn baby in your arms, and suddenly WHOOOSH - they're smiling at you with a missing tooth as you buy school clothes together. *sigh* But on the bright side, it turned out to be a good thing that I sent Catty to summer school so she could get a feel for what school would be like. (she's never been to any sort of pre-school, so it's all new to her) In turn, the school got a feel for what Catty would be like, and when I went in for Parents' night last week, they said they were bumping her up from the advanced 4 yr old K class, to the advanced 5 yr old K class. And they'll also be allowing to her to take every subject at whatever grade level she needs, which is awesome! I am so thrilled that this non-profit private school was willing to take Catty a year early (well to be fair, she had to pass their testing to get in, but no public schools in Utah will let a 4 yr old into Kindergarten at all) and they are small enough to really be able to accomodate all of the kids' educational needs. I was so frustrated and bored when I was in school, because it never challenged me. I wish I could have gone to Catty's school! 08/21 - We're baaaaaa-ck!! We had an awesome time in Hawaii. I'm not sure it is even possible to have a BAD time in Hawaii?!? Ok when I realized that we had missed our flight home by an entire day I was a bit flustered, and travelling for so many hours (4 airports, 3 flights, 15+ hours, 3 & 4 year old kiddos, assorted luggage and carryons, 1 mom) THAT part I wish we could skip, but paradise itself was, as always, paradise. Because I am tired, jetlagged and lazy, here are links to the threads I shared with my mommies boards. Our Hawaii pics, and a shout-out to our celebrity babysitter. I wish I had a way to thank him personally, but he doesn't even seem to have a website. If any of you happen to have a way of reaching him via email or whatever, please tell him he has legions of new fans now between me and all my mommy friends! 07/30 - OK, I'm outta here! We're leaving in the morning for 2.5 weeks in Hawaii! And I'm not promising any updates while we're gone, either - I'm trying to take a VACATION! (easier said than done with a 3 and 4 year old to take care of, LOL... I think a TRUE vacation may be about 15 years in my future, hahaha!) Oh did you notice I have a THREE year old now? Yup, Devin turns 3 at midnight tonight! And yes, I turn *barf* 36 next week. If you must send birthday wishes of course you may, but I apologize in advance that won't be responding to them all one by one when I get back because I'll have a LOT to do to get caught up with emails and orders and unpacking and the kids as is - so feel free to skip sending us any felicitations this year; I won't mind! ;o) Oh here, I'll leave you with something that Catty surprised me with this morning - it's the URL of her favorite website, but she gave it to me backwards! Don't ask me how she does it, LOL... Ok, I do know how she does it - I was a spelling bee champ many times over because all I had to do was picture the word in my head and read it straight off the chalkboard in my mind. But Catty's ability to spell forwards AND backwards out of her head (16 characters here!) at 4 yrs old is just crazy.
It's kinda scary to look at your kid and wonder how long before they can outsmart you, the parent... I hear the clock ticking, and it's making me nervous...
p.s. The mom who wrote the email that launched the blog update below and I have had a nice chat and straightened everything out. No harm was meant, and all is well. Yay! :o)
Devin has been slow to hit every milestone. Devin has been extremely speech-delayed. On the two mommies' boards I post on for him, he's been one of the very last kids to speak and string words together and talk in complete sentences. He's turning 3 this month and still speaks using the fewest number of words possible. And those words are VERY hard to understand - only Catty and I can translate Devin-speak. He also suffered badly from SPD (Sensory-Processing Disorder), which had me tearing my hair out until I was able to diagnose him and work with his issues. He wouldn't sit down in a bath, or go near the water in a shower. He wouldn't wear socks, and if I bought him new shoes, I had to sneak them on him while he was sleeping. One piece outfits, like jumpsuits, Halloween costumes, overalls, footie jammies - all sent him into a screaming panic, lying on the floor just shrieking in terror, "STUCK! STUCK! STUCK!" until I took it off him. He could not be confined in any way except (thankfully) a carseat. Stroller belt, hiking carrier, airplane seat belt, anything that could hold him down caused a screaming tailspin until he was set free. There's more, but you get the point (I hope). It was a challenge to deal with. But thankfully, he has started to outgrow it now. Is he retarded? No. (Ok, I know it's not P.C. to use that term in jokes, but I am being quite serious here, so I hope it's ok in this instance) Devin loves Disney Cars - he could talk about "Cars" all day and all night. He is also content to lie on the ground playing with his cars for an amount of time that does kinda disturb me, but the guys in my chat room say they did that too as kids. Here is where I wish Don was around, because he would know what is normal for a boy, and I don't. *sigh* Anyway, my bottom line here is that I just want to clarify - Catty gets more text written about her because she does more interesting stuff. She's the one pushing the learning boundaries. It's not real interesting to read, "Oh yay, Devin was the last kid to learn how to sing the ABC song on the message boards I post on!" ...or is it? Ok, maybe cheering for 'Devin the Underdog' could be a fun pastime. I hadn't thought of it that way, LOL... I guess I've been guilty of hiding my struggles with Devin because I thought they would be boring to read about. But I've never been trying to hide him away because he's not like Catty. Catty is an amazing child, no doubt. She went online and taught HERSELF the alphabet in sign language, and then taught it to me! I don't have to push her - she's just a learning junky like her mommy. It's fun for us! And Devin, my beautiful little blonde haired, blue-eyed 1/4 Japanese monkey, LOL... trust me, he actually gets MUCH more of my time than Catty does. Because I know he needs it more than she does! I know he's a bit slow, I know he has some issues, and I know he needs help. So I'm doing the best I can with him. I really do believe in my heart what my chatroom friends have been saying all along - "Devin is going to surprise you one day." I do believe he will. He has shown me in many ways that he knows much more than he lets on. So I've got my fingers crossed for him!
But if you ever wondered why I never really fit the pornstar stereotypes, there's good reason for it - I was raised very well. And I do mean that in a positive way - I got a top-notch education, was raised with good manners and class... but at the same time I was so abused at home, that living on the streets as a teen became the far preferable option to any more torment, and then doing porn was preferable to being on the streets, so that's how it played out. Although I have no bad memories of making adult movies aside from the terrible stresses of being painfully socially phobic and in the public eye, I also know I never really fit in with my peers and co-workers. Everyone thought I was strange, too aloof, too smart, too standoffish... I just didn't have anything in common with them. I was happy to go home to my computer lair alone every night and "geek out" with my computers, rather than party, socialize, or do things for publicity. And so I made it through 10 years of porn and came out the other side pretty much the same person I was when I started. Well-raised, well-educated, good manners and still very shy. Weird, huh?
Eh, enough of that tripe! Here is something I know you will love - AwkwardFamilyPhotos.com! The name says it all... there's some really freakin' hilarious pics on that site! ENJOY! :o)
Anywho... So I took Catty to the dentist to have a cavity filled. Great pediatric dentist, all the bells and whistles for little kids, TVs playing kiddy movies in the ceiling, tiny toilets and sinks in the bathrooms, teddy bears, video games, toys, just so much fun for lil' monkeys! They filled Catty's cavity in record time, and we paid up and headed out. Just before we get into the car, something made me say, "Catty, come over here into the sunlight and lemme have a look at your teeth for a sec!" Imagine my surprise when I saw the big fat cavity STILL THERE! The dentist filled the WRONG TOOTH! One with NO HOLE!! WTH?!? So we had to go back in and the dental assistant said, "Oops, sorry, my bad, I put the wrong tooth number into the computer!" So we waited half an hour and Catty had to go through the whole thing again. And now she has a filling in a tooth that was just fine. GRRRRR!!!
In other news, I am not quite an old stodgy geezer yet - here is a webcam snap I took for my chatroom of me tucking into my third (and final!) Guinness beer of the evening HERE! I only get buzzed enough to turn on the webcam maybe once every six months, so don't hold your breath waiting for the next pic, LOL... CHEERS! :o)
I was 14, and he was the cutest guy in my biology class. One grade older, completely and totally out of my league, but every day I wrote his name in my diary and drew hearts around it. One day we got to talking, and the next, he asked if he could pick me up the next night at my house. I couldn't say yes fast enough! (looking back, we can see that a date at 2am being picked up by a guy who was 15 and not old enough to drive yet = BAD IDEA, but to a 14 yr old perennial loser girl with hearts swirling around her head, it was a dream come true!) So he picks me up at 2am, and drives us to a local racquetball club and parks in the parking lot behind the building. 30 seconds later, I'm like, "WTH? That's it? That's all there is?" But wait - he did it again! So 30 seconds later, I'm like, "WTH? That's it? That's all there is?" And then - another car pulls into the parking lot, and there's flashlights shining into our car and we can hear walkie-talkies. We both scrunched down into the foot areas of the car and did our darnedest to play invisible, but for some reason the cops weren't fooled. So we got hauled to the police station and they called our parents. His mom came at 3 am to pick him up, but my parents didn't answer the phone, so I got door-to-door delivery at 3:30am by two officers in uniform. You can guess how well that went over with my folks. (and no, I don't blame them one bit, nor did I even at the time!) Kudos to the policemen - I was telling them that my parents were going to beat the crap out of me on the way to my house, but I'm sure they thought I was just another teen trying to get out of trouble. Get to my house, nobody answers the doorbell, so I had to go inside and break the news to my dad. His reaction was to clock me in the head so hard my head hit the wall and I saw double. I ran outside crying to the policemen, and cowered behind them in fear: "Well that was one hit to the head!" and I guess they must have heard the thump, because they TOTALLY covered my a$$ when my dad came to the door. They told my dad that "there was nothing going on when we found them" and "kids do this all the time, it's no big deal, really". To this day I am grateful for them saving me from the beating of a lifetime. And I totally learned my lesson. I did not even THINK about going there again until three years later when I was 17, very much in love with a long-term boyfriend, and we used protection, the whole nine yards. So yeah, that's my story. Cops brought me home after my first time. Excellent way to reinforce abstinence in the future, if you can arrange it to happen for your kid, LOL...
I hope your first time went better than mine, but if it didn't, feel free to share with me! Misery loves company, hehehe! ;o)
And it was no minor hauling job either - I'd park outside the front of my house, drag the box out of the trunk, and tear it open so I could carry all the pieces inside one by one. Up the walkway, and then up the stairs. Three boxes, dozens of heavy solid wood pieces. Repeat. Ok, so I finally got everything upstairs, filling his room and the hallway. That was day one, and I was SORE!! Day two, time to assemble everything! Day three, go shopping for all the accessories needed to make his room complete! Gotta love the gas pump dresser! Up on the wall, we have a special jumpsuit - Dev's daddy bought that for his unborn son before he died! And it fits perfectly with the decor! Is that the coolest or what? Oh and also, please note the piece de resistance, the world's only oversized "Cars" photo frame, perfect for hanging with those convenient handles on either side, and a... pee-guard at the base? Hahaha, it makes me laugh every time I walk into the room!
So yay, it was a HUGE amount of work for one single mom to get that room furnished and decorated all alone, but I did it!! And why? So I could see this look on my son's face when I was done, of course! LOL!!
Y'know, I figured I could safely ignore Valentine's Day until the kids were old enough to learn about it at school, but let this be a lesson to me - never underestimate THE CATTY!! I need to throw away all the guidelines on what to expect from a 3-yr old, because Catty's rewriting the books!
Being a mom doesn't get any better than this. I know that being a widow with a 2 and 3 yr old means you get nuthin' for V-Day; dem's the breaks! So thank you Catty, for proving me wrong. I could not possibly love my little girl more than I do right now - every single time I open the fridge! :oD
Oh, and for your viewing amusement, here is a short clip of my 3-yr old Catty reading a page of her "Dick and Jane" book. *snicker* >:o) Make sure you turn up your volume so you can hear what she's reading! Totally cracked me up!!
Continuing the original post... I brought home a very old classic book from the library for Catty to read. The old "Dick and Jane" series. You know, "See Jane run. Run, Jane, run!" I had Catty read the stories out loud to me this evening while I was putting the dishes away. And this was when I learned that some classics should probably just remain old classics, and not be used for modern day students anymore. Because some things just don't translate the same way 50 years later... HA!!! Yeah, I couldn't help it - I laughed harder and harder every time Catty said "UP!" again. I had to swap Dick and Jane out for a Dr. Seuss book. Lesson learned!
Now here's where it gets complicated, and I'm hoping I can get some input from those of you who have been through a life-altering loss like I went through with Don. The boyfriend did absolutely nothing wrong. I waited and bided my time carefully for 2 1/2 years until finally hand-picking the guy I thought would fit perfectly with me and my monkeys. And he was everything I could have hoped for. He was smart and funny, handsome and athletic, successful and financially secure, and best of all, the kids adored him. What's not to love?? All systems were go, and I was ready to settle down for a happily ever after story. Problem is, my heart doesn't seem to be working right anymore. My capacity to open up and love is GONE! It's the most baffling thing. My conscious mind is setting scenes for romance, "Ok, let's do Hawaii, let's do sexy lingerie...", but my subconscious mind is battling me every step of the way. And I do mean subconscious - everything I was doing worked perfectly to draw the boyfriend closer to me in every way, but meanwhile I'm constantly fighting this panicky urge to push him away all the time! And the closer he would get to me emotionally, the more desperate my terrified need to get away became! I hoped that with time I would get over whatever this irrational fear was, and be able to settle down and enjoy a lovely relationship, but my subconscious never stopped fighting me every step of the damn way. And eventually I just gave up. It just wasn't enjoyable for me to have to fight off panic and fear every time we moved a few steps forward in our realtionship. I had to admit I just wasn't ready to do this yet, and I had to let him go. Again I reiterate, he did nothing wrong. He was doing everything right. The problem was all me. And I think I know what it is - my subconscious is desperately trying to protect me from ever having to go through what I went with after I lost Don, ever, ever again. Because it would kill me. And I have tears rolling down my face just from typing those words. It. Would. Kill. Me. Cannot go through that hell, never never never again.
And I know I probably sound like a rambling psycho to anyone who has never gone through the pain of losing a spouse or the closest person in their life before, and I wouldn't expect you to understand. I never could have imagined pain like this until I had to wake up to the nightmare every day myself. I'm just wondering if anyone out there who HAS been through something like this can identify with the first unfortunate relationship I just bumbled my way through post-Don, if this is something normal, and if I will ever get over my fear of letting anyone in ever again? I have to be honest, I'm perfectly OK with staying single as long as I'm raising my kids. They're all I need right now. But I guess once they leave the house I'll probably get lonely - anyone interested in arranging a date with me when I turn 50? LOL...
But Catty is super-duper smart. She keeps me on my toes. Most 3 yr olds are just mastering reading and writing basic letters and numbers. Catty sits in the back of the car calling out, "If you have a sheep, and you take away his 's-h', he's an EEP!! EEP!! Hahahaha!!! And a cow without his 'c' is an OW! OW!! Hahahaha!!! Hey mommy, what's N-I-V-E-D spell backwards?? DEVIN!!!" She's very good at jigsaw puzzles - one day she freaked me out by turning all the pieces upside down and assembling the puzzle on the blank side, "Because this side is pink, mommy! That's my favorite color!" Yikes. And the new school she will be attending? They were proud to show her that they are learning Spanish. The teacher said "Everyone say 'Adios Catty!'" "Adios, Catty!" Catty looks at them for a second, then cocks her head to one side, holds out the apple she's been carrying, and says, "I have a manzana!" Yeah, 3 years old. They're gonna have their hands full with her, LOL...
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