All the Sun For You

A mom, two boys, a husband, and a whole lot of adventure!


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Painterly

The term painterly is used to describe a painting done in a style that embraces, shows, and celebrates the medium it’s created in (be it oil paint, acrylics, pastels, watercolor, etc.), rather than tries to hide the act of creation.

In centuries past (and in various modern art movements such as Photorealism) painters worked hard to eliminate or conceal any evident brushmarks or texture in a painting, blending and smoothing to hide all evidence of how the painting was created.

It doesn’t meant the paint has to be thick or impasto, it can be thin. The style or approach just doesn’t try to hide the fact that a brush or knife were used to create the artwork, it uses this to create an image that could only be done with paint (or art materials).

My most recent creation, for the holiday I love the most!  I cannot get over how calming this is for me – I enjoy nothing more than sitting down and painting for a couple of hours.  So cathartic, and so introverted!

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Pumpkin Paint


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Another Night of Painting!

This one is for Bryson’s big boy room, which isn’t even close to being started but the theme is planned.

“Things that Go.”

This will include cars, planes, trucks, trains, etc.  The boy loves, loves, LOVES everything that goes, and he is our favorite “thing that goes!”

Plane Sept 21

 

This is my 8th project in less than a year, all with the same gal.  I just love working with Marcy because she is a retired art teacher who is also a very successful artist here in the area.  Her art sells for thousands of dollars a piece, so I really feel that I’m learning a lot every time I go and paint with her!  I noticed tonight that I was doing a lot of the work on this painting before she got to instructing the technique, and I was spot-on.  I AM LEARNING!  I have another one scheduled for later this month for our wild Halloween decorations – we LOVE Halloween around here!

Here is a gallery of what we have in our house from my painting adventures so far… only one piece is not hung yet and that’s just because it needs a “clear coat” applied to it before it goes up in the guest bathroom.

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The Realities Around Us

So I’m kind of struggling right now.  Things with Hottie, the boys, and me are fine, but the things around us are quite sad and they’re consuming me.

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Hottie’s sister is getting a divorce.  I may have mentioned it in a private post a while back, I’m not sure, but it’s getting rough and no one seems to know how to help her.  She did not ask for the divorce, her husband did, and it was hard for me to feel very sympathetic because I really don’t like Hottie’s sister and I really DO like her husband.  His sister is… different… antisocial… rude… angry… controlling… set in her ways… bitter.  We’ve never been “friends” and honestly, she’s a very selfish person who always plays the victim.  No matter the situation, she’s the victim.  She has been taught this by Hottie’s mom, so it’s not entirely her fault, but by the age of 40, I expect a person to grow up and take responsibility for who she is.  She is incapable of doing that.  The problem is, they have a kid.  A daughter… and now this 6-year-old girl is going through all the things that made her mom the bitter, angry, rude, selfish person that she is, and like her mom, she’ll go through the bulk of her life without a father figure.  It’s sad.

Hottie has been asked by his sister to attend the mediation meetings with her because she’s frustrated with her dad (technically her step-dad (Hottie’s dad), because she refuses to have anything to do with her biological dad no matter how hard the man tries) who’s been attending with her.  She is at her whit’s end with their mom and at first, we figured their mom was being her normal, “I hate your husband, kick him to the curb” self.  But she’s not.  She’s trying to get her daughter to see the light, make preparations, plan for the future, and hold her chin up a bit.  Hottie’s sister called last week in a panic asking him to meet her for coffee and they met for over 2 hours and he was brutally honest with her when he heard the things his mom is telling her.  He agrees with his mom (and that NEVER happens) and so do I: figure out a job, get an apartment, sort out your finances, meet with a lawyer.  All the normal advice a woman on the brink of divorce would receive… but she does NOT want to hear it.  She does NOT want a divorce.  I feel for her because that’s got to be just awful, but I also understand why her mom wants her to start making some plans.  If she’s not going to do anything to actively try to save the marriage, then she needs to plan her way out of it since he has already filed.  But I understand that it’s tough.

I’m rambling, I know.   This gets me down because it’s becoming more and more of a topic of conversation in our house because she’s asking Hottie for so much help.  I love that he’s supportive of his siblings, I think it’s great, but she’s asking him to be in a position that he doesn’t want to be in (going to mediations and telling his dad he’s no longer welcome).  Hottie is very non-confrontational – he is a very peaceful person.  Getting in the middle of this divorce is not where he wants to be, and it’s not where I want him to be.  I know he doesn’t like the situation he’s now in, but he does want to help his sister (and why wouldn’t he want to?), so he just tries to not look like he’s in agreement with his parents when he really is, while making his sister feel like he understands her frustrations with them.  It’s really tough.

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Our trip with my parents was not good.  They treated each of us sisters (and one of the husbands) with such disrespect that we were all in tears at some point during the trip.  My kids didn’t want to sit through long, fancy dinners (90 minutes, minimum) so of the 7 nights eating with my family, we were coerced (and sometimes told) to leave with the kids 4 of those nights.  That’s not fun.  My dad can give a look that is infuriating, and I saw him use it with each and every one of the grandkids several times.

My big run-in with my dad, and then my mom when she attacked me afterwards, was witnessed by Hottie, my two sisters, and their two husbands and although it was absolutely HORRIBLE, I was glad that I had 5 witnesses to my dad’s attack and 1 to my mom’s brutal, frosty attack of me afterwards demanding that I apologize to my dad.  Let’s just say, every last person who was there told me I was not going to apologize for anything.  Hottie approached my dad and basically told him to take a hike, and my little sister confronted my mom and told it like it was.  I’ve never felt so supported in my life, and although it was truly horrible, I’m so glad that everyone got to see EXACTLY what I’ve been saying has been going on for years and years.

Because of all of the drama and bad feelings leading up to, and then on, the trip, I JUST got around to sending a thank you gift to my parents today (the trip was over more than 3 weeks ago) and I had to force myself to do it.  I had a reminder going off on my phone every 4 hours for a damn week and I finally bit the bullet and sent the gift card today (something I wasn’t planning on doing until my little sister told me that they sent a $350+ gift to them BEFORE the trip even started, kicking off the thank-you-timer and the wild expectation to spend a lot of money thanking them for an awful time).  It still feels so bad to even think about that damn trip.

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Hottie and I have some decisions to make in the next couple of years about our remaining embryos.  We know that we are done building our family, but we hold onto them in case something bad happens to one of our boys someday.  Those embryos are our only hope to having more children if we need or want to in the future, but I am turning 40 in March (what the?).  So this has been on my mind lately, and on Saturday morning, I brought up the topic with Hottie, not because I want a decision, but because I want him to know that I’m thinking about it… I’m thinking about them.

I asked him to think about donating them to another couple.  We wouldn’t do this locally, and honestly, I’d want them to not even be in the same country, but it’s something I think we need to at least consider.  I told him that I want to talk about this in a year or two’s time, before I turn 42.  I think once I’m 42, we have to figure out a feasible long-term plan.  I don’t want them sitting on ice indefinitely, but I also don’t want to make a hasty decision.

By mid-Saturday, I had myself convinced that I could donate them overseas – that they are our genetic material that someone else may give life to.  I actually felt good about the idea of donating them.  And then Saturday afternoon happened.

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My friend’s 13-year old nephew died of leukemia on Saturday.  I never met him, but I’ve met his older sister a few times and his mom kept the most amazing Caring Bridge site going that you felt like you knew him.  His mom posted updates at every turn for 18 months so when they went silent early last week, I knew something wasn’t good.  Sam had tried tons of experimental treatments and was on his final attempt.  Because he gained access to all the drugs, all the treatments, all the “hail Mary’s” out there, I just believed he was going to live.  There were moments when I thought, “he may not make it, but statistically he should, but he may not.”  However, for the most part, I stayed hopeful.

That’s the thing about hope though… it makes you forget about, or sometimes ignore, reality.  I forgot about reality.  I forgot that Sam was as sick as a kid could be without being dead.  I had all the hope in the world that one of these magical treatments would cure him., but they couldn’t.

His mom posted the most amazing, heartfelt, and honest account of his last week.  I read it Sunday night and could not get ahold of myself.  She talked about my friend, Sam’s aunt, being there with him and it killed me to know that she had to go through that and that she has to coach her daughters through the loss of their close cousin.  She talked about his siblings coming in to say goodbye, the sweet teenage girl who I’d met and crafted with a few times who was still just 15 years old – forever changed though.  She shared his very final moment as he took his last breath, and she shared her peace in knowing that he was no longer suffering.

I cannot stop thinking about Sam’s family, his aunt, his cousins, his life, his death.  It has consumed me and it makes me think about my own boys.  We have two boys, two children.  What would I do if something like this happened to one of them?  How would we go on?  How would we survive it?  Sam was 13 years old – there’s no “safe zone” with parenting – your kids can get sick or die at any moment, any time, for the rest of our lives.  It’s very frightening if you think about it.

(All of this has made me stop even thinking about donating our embryos for now.  I think we’ll hold onto them for a long time… just in case.  They’re all we have…)

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We’re so fortunate (and lucky, really) that our little bubble remains safe and sound, but I’m saddened by the things around us.  I’m saddened by the things that are some people’s realities, and I know too well that those things could become our reality some day as well.  No matter how hard we try to protect ourselves and our kids from the bad things in life, we really have no control over them (not even our poor relationships with our parents).  Hottie always says to focus on the things we can control, which is good advice, but I also think it’s wise to always be prepared, to always be checking to make sure things are OK and to be ready for them to change on a dime.  It’s knowing that things can change suddenly that’s keeping me up at night.


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“A Lot Can Change in…”

These last 5 weeks have been… devastating, challenging, shocking, momentous, active, exhilarating, and emotional.

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Five weeks ago today, at around 9:30 AM, my family’s life changed for what we thought would be forever.  My youngest cousin’s badly broken leg turned into the fight of (and for) his life.  We waited, prayed, and cried as Sam stayed in a coma for 8 days (a coma we were told to expect to last 2 weeks to 2 months).  I never believed that Sam would not get back to his normal easy-going self eventually, but I did think it would take a very long time – the doctors said “months” until any kind of improvement would be seen.  He defied the odds and woke up within 8 days, started responding and speaking almost immediately upon emerging from his coma, and then soared through inpatient therapy after therapy until he was released to go home this past Wednesday.  At one point before he woke up, we were told that there was no hope and that he would be a very slight version of himself for the rest of his life.  I have never fallen apart so badly in my life, not even when my niece was comatose for 6 weeks when she was one year old (I always believed she would be fine, and because my sister needed us daily, hourly – I could not allow myself to fall apart.  That niece, who I was called at work to come say goodbyes to 10 years ago, turned 11 this past January).  My lowest low, my saddest moment, my most fearful experience almost 4 weeks ago turned around the next day when Sam woke up, and we’ve all be on cloud 9 ever since!

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A week and a half ago, the confederate flag was removed from South Carolina’s state capital grounds.  Immediately following that decision, major retailers announced they would stop selling merchandise with the image of the confederate flag, and Ebay quickly followed suit.  No matter how you feel about the confederate flag or how you interpret its meaning, it cannot be denied that this event is very significant for our country.  This event is historical and will likely start a domino effect.  I welcome that idea!

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On June 25th, the Supreme Court of the United States (SCOTUS) upheld Obam.acare.  Now, I’m not a fan of Obam.acare and I don’t believe that it was implemented in the correct (or best) way, but I still find this ruling to be very exciting for this reason:  Republican-leaning justices looked past their politics and interpreted the law the best way they saw fit, and ended up crossing party lines.  That’s a big deal to me, especially over something as polarizing as Obam.acare.

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A week ago today, on June 26th, SCOTUS ruled that all marriages (between 2 people) must be allowed and recognized by all 50 states, and not just the marriages between a man and a woman.  This decision is momentous to me – I never thought this would happen on a national level in my lifetime.  Even a week later, I get emotional just thinking about how this decision has changed, and will continue to change, our country for the better.  I believe in the same civil rights for all human beings, and last Friday got us one major step closer to all being viewed equally by the federal government.  AND, the best part of this, in my opinion, is that the populous seems to be accepting this change rather well.  For all of the hullabaloo over gay marriage leading up to this decision, I truly wonder if we were really all that divided or if the PAID lobbyists were just that good at telling us all that the nation was polarized on “the issue of gay marriage.”  When Iowa was making this decision 6 years ago, it was paid lobbyists from outside of our state that came in and swayed voters to retaliate against the judges who opened up marriage equality to every Iowa citizen.  Having been through this before but on a smaller scale, I truly believe that the majority of Americans are much more open-minded than the religious right (who foots the bill of the lobbyists) wants us to believe.  Yay, America, for not falling for the paid rhetoric!

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On July 31st, the Supreme Court of Oklahoma ruled that “the state must remove a 6-foot tall granite monument of the Ten Commandments from its capitol because it violates the state’s constitutional ban against the use of public funds or property to benefit a religion.”  I like this so very much.  Not because I have something against organized religion (I don’t – it’s just not for me even though I am a spiritual person who believes in a god of some kind, and that’s all I really need), but because I am a staunch believer in the separation of church and state as it is part of our nation’s foundation.  This fight had both Stan.ists and a Bapt.ist minister on the same side.  How often do you see that happen?

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A lot can happen in 5 weeks – a lot of good, and not so good things (depending on how you feel about these issues).  Changes that will have a ripple effect for years to come.  Changes that will get more conversations going on how we treat one another.  Changes that will encourage some of us to modify how we behave (Sam, pay attention when you drive!).  Changes that will never be forgotten.  Changes that will hold a special place in our hearts forever.

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Happy Independence Day Weekend, everyone!  This one is going to be my favorite one ever!


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Communication

A few months ago, Hottie’s sister texted him asking for advice on how to communicate with her husband.  She said that she specifically wanted to hear about how he and I communicate and see if she can use any of it to help fix her marriage.  Her husband told her the night before that he wanted a divorce.  Hottie met with her the next day to talk about everything, and we both felt that she had very little time to remedy things – her husband had never mentioned divorce in the past.  We thought he was serious and steps needed to be taken immediately to try to repair things.

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A few days ago, Hottie got up with Bryson AFTER I’d rocked him for 25 minutes prior (while Hottie slept – he didn’t even know I was up with him).  Because Bryson wanted him, I went back to sleep.  I have never thought that if one parent is up, that they both must be up.  No way!  Once I was up (38 minutes later) and we were getting ready, Hottie said, “I missed you this morning…” and he continued to look at me.  I was waiting for it… waiting for it… waiting… “I didn’t know if you were back here in bed or on FB.”  THERE IT WAS!  The comment.  The POINT.  The goddamn passive aggressive behavior he learned from his mother.

I was furious.

I didn’t say much because I knew he would not hear me, that he was too preoccupied with his own perception to hear anything I had to say.  I quickly quipped, “As if it matters what I was doing, I was back here sleeping.”

We both started the day angry.

The minute he left for work, I sent the following email to his personal account (we’ve agreed that these should not go to his work email) with the subject line of “Continuing”:

Hi there,

I feel like we were not talking on the same level this morning, and there are some things I’m feeling that need to be shared, that were brought up within me when you made your comment about “whether you were sleeping or on Facebook” this morning.  (And that wasn’t a glare, like you like to say, it was pure anticipation of, and then confusion with, your comment.)

I feel like when we are in the same space together (weekends, mornings, nights) that I need to be doing something you “approve” of at all times.  I feel like I cannot do anything without it being OK with you, and that isn’t right and it isn’t fair.  I even feel like I need to “get permission” first by mentioning what I’m going to do before I do it so that you don’t get mad or wonder what it is I’m doing.  This is all because of the comments you make, like the one you made this morning.  You conditionalize my activities, or just simple resting, based on the value it is to you.   You take it personally if I don’t want to do EVERYTHING together, with you or as a family, when you’re home.

I spend every waking moment with kids who need me.  I can’t carry a thought in a bucket (you have no idea how long it is took me to bang out that first paragraph above) until they’re asleep, and even then, I’m distracted with them getting out of bed, or waking up too early (too early for them, not for me), etc.  We do not have to do everything together.  This has been a thing with us from the beginning – me needing just a little space and alone time and you wanting to do everything together.  I don’t require much alone time, but when I know that you want to do everything together, it makes the very little alone time I do get stressful because I know you’d rather we be doing things together.

There is no reason for us both to always have to be up just because the other one is.  I think it’s great that you do get up and play with the kids in the morning because it gives me a much needed break and delay to the push and pull I get all.day.long with them.  If I’m up with you and Bryson, he only wants me, and my day of holding and consoling a toddler starts just that much earlier.  You always say you don’t get enough time with them, but when you do have your own time (like this morning), you’re upset that I’m not up sharing in the fun – and it was only 38 minutes.  It makes no sense.  I got up with Bryson at 6:24 so that you could keep sleeping and rocked him until 6:50, laid back down because he WANTED you, and was back out there at 7:28.  (I think it’s sad that I even know the exact times, but I know I have to note them so that I don’t feel TOO guilty for taking a LITTLE time for myself.)

The comments – we’ve talked about those over and over again.  Your mention of missing me this morning would have been just fine, but honestly, I stood there waiting for the comment.  I KNEW it was coming.  I knew you couldn’t help yourself.  I recognize that this is a learned behavior from your mom, and that’s why I don’t lose my mind over it every time it happens, but it’s gotten bad again.  There doesn’t always have to be a comment to make me fully aware that you don’t approve of the things I am (or am not) doing when you’re with the kids on your own.  There doesn’t always need to be a point behind everything, but your comments are just that – a point to make about something you’re upset about that I’m doing.  Please think about how you feel when your mom does that to you (us).  That is what you’re doing to me.

I love you, I want to spend time with you, and I truly miss you all day long when you’re gone.  That is precisely why I’m trying to roll back naps and bed times – so that we can spend time together at a decent time each night.  6:30 AM is not the time that I want to spend the time together (and it’s not really “together” because at least Bryson, and often times Matthew, are up) – it just isn’t.  I appreciate the break.  I’m sorry – but I’m being honest here.  I am on and playing with these kids from 8:00 – 5:30 (or later depending on traffic) every single day – that’s 9.5 hours of no break (unless they nap at the same time, which is not looking great).  So yes, if I can get a little extra sleep in the morning while you play with them, or god forbid, I get to read a quick article or even two while you play with them, then I really appreciate that!  It’s no different from our parents reading the paper in the morning when we were kids.

I wish you would understand this.  Please think about this from my perspective.  I will think about it from your perspective, and maybe we can find a middle ground where we can both feel satisfied and loved.  But please know that I love you more than anything.

Hottie wrote back within an hour:  “Thanks for the email.  I read it and recognize your concerns.  I do love you and don’t want you to feel the way you describe below.  I don’t have time for a full response right now, but I’ll work on one later.”  When he came home that night, we were happy, and calm, and loving.  We never spoke of this again, because what needed to be said was said, and it was said uninterrupted.  Our actions towards each other have improved since this email exchange and the weekend was terrific… and I got some alone time and he got some “just us” time!

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Money.  Oh God, must we have “the money talk” again?  Well, yes we must, because some mistakes were made and we’re feeling the pain now as the fiscal year is ending.

Hottie’s pay plan changed drastically in July of last year.  He gets two different bonuses quarterly that are quite substantial and yes, we live off of them a bit.  His employer decided to delay one of the bonuses until year-end (paid out this September 15) and that was a huge hit to us.  This all happened after we bought our third car, a sports car that Hottie has wanted for a very long time.  Had the pay change happened prior to buying the car, we would have paid for it differently by getting a loan, but things didn’t happen that way.  And then, to add more pain to the situation, Hottie’s company offers an Employee Stock Purchase Plan (ESPP) that he signed up for to the tune of a LOT of money each month.  I told him that it wasn’t the best idea due to the pay change, but that we could try it and re-evaluate later.  We never re-evaluated it because I do the finances and I KNEW we’d get by, but that it would be tough.  What we didn’t think about with the ESPP is that the money was held until a quarterly purchase window, and then those stock purchases had to be held for 12 months to avoid short term taxes (why we didn’t think about this, I have no idea).  Essentially, the money we were putting into the ESPP was frozen and unusable for 15 months!  Well, when you then add in our WEEKLY date nights ($40-$50 for the sitter, $100 for dinner), we were not even coming close to playing it safe.

When I started feeling the pain a few months ago when I paid the bills, I approached Hottie and said that the ESPP had to stop for now because of the pay change and the cash paid for the car.  He hadn’t realized how cumulative the effects of everything were, and when I put it down on paper, he agreed.  He almost died, being perfectly honest, when he realized that all of those things (car, ESPP, pay change) in addition to the date nights were adding up to the same amount we’d spend on one of our credit cards each month (we use our cards for everything and pay in full each month, and yes, we do spend more money than most eating out and on our groceries that are all fresh and never processed).  It was a colossal disaster just waiting to happen.

I’d move money from savings to checking, from one bank to the other, and used all of my FB sales money to pay things off in full, but money was being depleted quickly.  The ESPP was halted but it took two pay cycles for them to stop taking money out of the checks, so that was painful. Date nights came to an end for the near future.  I KNEW we’d get to one bonus payout in August that would then get us to September for the big annual bonus (and the one they held for the entire damn year) that would restock the savings account in full, but it was going to be tight.  I knew all of this, but I didn’t want to have “the money talk,” (we have it 2-4 times a year, which isn’t bad but is always stressful) so I just kept paying bills, moving money from one place to the other, and didn’t mention it after we’d had that one talk about halting the ESPP and date nights.

Well, Hottie asked about it the other day and said it was causing him stress.  I said it was causing me stress too, but that we’d be OK.  I immediately tried to figure out exactly what would be left in savings before the bonus re-load in September, but I just didn’t have the time to focus on it without kids bugging me.

The next morning, I got an email from Hottie, who had been up since 4:00, with the subject line of “Finances.”  Ugh.  Well, he’d done the analysis I was trying so hard to find the time to do, and came to the same conclusions that I knew in my head.  His email was not accusing, it was factual.  He was more panicked than I was and suggested a few immediate changes that I didn’t think we necessary, so I wrote back:

Looks like you did the same analysis I was trying to do yesterday.

We will get to August without the scottrade $. It’s tight, it’s no fun, but we can do it.  Is that cash that you’re transferring or are you selling stock?

The 401k drop is ok only because you max out in September anyway, but what was it at?  I bet X%.  I’d take it down to X% at the least.  We still want to max it out this year without a doubt.  This is something to consider for long term though, if we set out at X% (our whatever) per check, will we still max out each year?  By September, you’re no longer contributing because you’ve reached the max, so can we change it to spread that out to December and have more take home each month?  I can’t believe I haven’t thought of that before.  I’m sorry.

My biggest hits are groceries, gas, and… Lunches.  I buy nothing for me (besides painting every other month) and the kids clothes are minimal.  My dad gave us $300 to spend on their clothes in preparation for school, so that’s good.  I need to figure out how to lunch at home too.  I’m worried we’ll fall into hot dogs.  I don’t want to be cooking 2 meals a day and the way the kids really makes lunch at home hard.

This would not have happened if we hadn’t done the ESPP or bought the car.  I’m not regretting the car, just saying that that cushion was used that we use every year before savings load in September.  The combo of those two things and the pay plan change and we were doomed.  Our spending has NOT changed.  The paychecks did.  The bonus change was, essentially, $X (pre tax) per MONTH ($X quarterly) and the ESPP was $X per month, so combined that’s $X per MONTH we didn’t have that we had all other years.  That is significant.

Not an excuse, but that is the reason.  I don’t want you thinking I’m off spending money with abandon this year.

No need to sell company stock.

Saving more is always good, so I like your thoughts in the email.

I came out and told him I’d responded to his email.  He then read it, and responded to me.  “401k contributions were at X%.  Totally agree with your plan below. Let’s keep at X% for now and reevaluate once savings balance is higher.   I don’t think you’re spending money with abandon. If anything I am – on lunches.”

We were on the same page, we both felt better about the situation, and we did not speak of it again.  We will get to August, and then September, with money in savings and then we’ll reload savings, and we’re going to decrease our monthly spending because it’s the right thing to do.  Done.  (And I know this is not easy for everyone to do – we are just both very aware of spending and love saving money, so we really take it seriously and know that we’re fortunate enough to be able to fix the problems by lowering our monthly spend.)

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I sometimes think that the way we communicate when the topic is incredibly unpleasant is ridiculous.  Email?  We send each other emails?  But yes, we do send each other emails.  We send them, and then we tell the other one, “I sent you an email about XYZ.  Please let me know when you’ve read it.”  This sounds so crazy as I write it out, but it works for us.  And that’s what matters.

When Hottie’s sister asked him for tips on how to communicate, I asked, “did you tell her that we send emails when the topic is too hard to talk about without interrupting each other?”  He did tell her that.  He also told her that she can’t be passive-aggressive or wait for her husband to bring things up that are bothering him.  If he seems bothered, ASK him what is upsetting him.  If there is a giant elephant in the room, send an email and get your thoughts out cleanly, respectfully, and COMPLETELY.  We both think that the most important thing when discussing hard things is to get your thoughts out completely without being interrupted.  We’re both TERRIBLE at interrupting each other, especially during an argument, so when the topic is really hard, we step back and use email.

We’re not perfect, and some therapists would probably think we have big problems if this is how we communicate, but doing it this way helps to keep our verbal communications pleasant and respectful.

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Sadly, Hottie’s sister’s husband filed for divorce last week.  We all saw it coming because neither of them was trying to make a change.  Another marriage broken because of communication problems (and other problems, of course, but his sister says this was their biggest problem).  If we ever get divorced (of course we won’t, said every married couple!), it won’t be because we don’t communicate (notice I didn’t say, “communicate correctly”!!!).


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Cheaters All Around

About a year ago, my younger sister (L) called me with some disturbing news.  She told me that my older sister, H, would likely be calling me to tell me about an affair she’d been having.  L had just hung up from listening to H tell her about an affair she’d been carrying on for months with a guy in her running club, a guy she was now in love with.  She went on and on to L about how in love she was, how happy she was, etc. and all L could do was keep herself from throwing up.

I didn’t wait for H to call me.  I called her immediately and asked what she had to tell me.

Same story, same enthusiasm, same nauseating love story about how her husband no longer “gets her” and that this new guys does (of course he does).  She had no shame.  She wanted me to be… happy for her.  After all, “I supported you when you got messed up with that guy 14 years ago who was married.”  A – he said he was in the middle of a divorce (a lie), B – I was 24 and it was 14 YEARS ago and I was in a rather severe bout of depression, and C – “you should never have supported me in that.”  Just because she supported me 14 years ago in the biggest mistake of my life (when I had no husband, no kids of my own) did not mean I had to support her tearing her own family apart.

No way.

Her husband knew about it because he’s a web security professional and knew how to intercept her emails when he suspected something was going on, and she was INFURIATED by his betrayal.  HIS BETRAYAL.  How dare he betray HER like that!  Holy hell, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  She was ready to move out and leave the kids with him, and a few weeks later, that’s exactly what she did.

My sister left her children to be with a man who then denied the affair to his own wife.  He denied it at first, but then blamed my sister for it because she “pushed him into it” (of course she did.  Good god, man!).  My BIL got involved and shared the emails with the other wife and to prove that they were both very willing, active participants in the affair.  What a hot mess.

My sister eventually moved back home because life without my BIL was rough (that’s what we all think, anyway.  He filed legal docs to prepare for divorce and locked her out of his inheritance, his life insurance, his retirement from that moment forward, etc.).  My BIL did the right thing – he kept the house (on my dad’s legal advice) and the kids and kept life going for everyone while she got her shit together and figured out where she wanted to be.  He’s a patient man, my BIL.  I don’t know that I could have done what he did.  I always say that people make mistakes and I’d do anything to save my marriage, but man alive, that man paid dearly to keep his marriage.

During this entire time, my sister kept saying, “I deserve to be happy.  I deserve to have the life I want.”

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My next door neighbors are newly separated.  She kicked him out after lots of counseling and when he said the one thing he needed from her was to stop putting him down.  She kicked him out almost immediately after that marriage counseling session.  Now, we don’t know what all goes on in their marriage, but we do know that she’s frosty and always acts annoyed by everyone around her, including our kids.  We do know that her husband would do anything for anybody (and has helped us out quite a bit in a pinch) and is a friendly, genuine guy.

We didn’t know about the separation until our other neighbor told us, but I did wonder what in the world was going on over there.  He would swing by during the day quickly to mow the lawn, which made no sense, or stop by to let the dogs out and then go back to work.  I didn’t think anything of it beyond the fleeting thought that it was strange and I certainly didn’t mention it to Hottie.  But I did see something from her that made me raise an eyebrow, but then I dismissed it because I figured I had to be wrong.

Hottie came home a couple of months ago from visiting with the neighbor across the street.  “Have you heard about W and A?” he asked.  I said no, because I hadn’t.  He filled me in on the separation and asked if I had any clue.  I told him that I saw something from her just one week earlier that raised suspicions, but I wrote it off because it wasn’t my business and I could easily be reading into things.  I had seen her come home in some guy’s car, into her garage, and unload her bike from his bike trailer and flirt back and forth with him a bit.  I figured it could be a coworker or something perfectly innocent, so I brushed it off.  I didn’t even tell Hottie about it until he asked me that night.  He was stunned that I had seen this and not mentioned it, and that I’d seen her husband stop by to mow and let the dogs out during the days, but never said anything to him about it.  I know he doesn’t like it when I gossip and I figured he wouldn’t want to know about it, so I didn’t mention it.

Since then, she has had this man, and other men, coming and going from her house in the broad daylight.  She sometimes acts weird when we’re outside and they come and go, but mostly, she acts like it’s OK.  Our neighbor across the street keeps in touch with her husband and said that he does know about the guy(s) and is devastated by everything.  While W lives with his parents, devastated by his ending marriage, his wife A is out and about dating very openly.  She is bringing men into her husband’s house.  It is so strange to me.

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There’s been a lot of cheating going on around me in the last 1-2 years.  People I know being badly hurt by it, the cheaters expecting me to keep their secrets, kids losing the family life they grew up with.  I don’t understand it.  Every single time, it’s cheating that is justified by the cheater because, “they deserve to be happy.”  My question to my sister was, “what makes you so entitled to your fleeting definition of happiness, but your kids and husband don’t deserve that same entitlement?”  My own MIL defended my sister with, “she deserves to be happy in the way she wants to be happy.”  (My MIL is a man-hater, by the way.  I’m not sure I’ve mentioned that before.  If I would cheat on Hottie, we’re pretty certain she’d probably say that I deserved to be happy and it was his failures that drove me to do it.)

Why are people so shameless with their cheating these days, when it wasn’t like this 10, 20, 30 years ago?  Why is the quest for individual happiness more important than family happiness?  When did people become so selfish, willing to risk their family’s embarrassment and humiliation for their own open happiness?

I just don’t get it.


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Almost Ready!

My cakes are baked and leveled, my chocolate graham crackers are pulverized into “dirt,” my fondant decorations are hardening, my chocolate for the frosting is chopped, and my raspberries for the filling are thawing. I’m in a good place with this birthday party right now! I can’t construct my construction cake until the boys are in bed, for obvious reasons.

So now I focus on dinner… after I rest!

(I got distracted while writing Matthews name on the yellow “sign” so I made a new one. It was still drying, so I used the messed up one for the layout diagram.)


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Party Re-Vamp

I’m exhausted.  My kids hardly give me a moment of peace these days.  If Bryson falls asleep to nap, Matthew fights his for an hour.  By the time Matthew is asleep, I get about 20 minutes to myself before Bryson wakes up (too early).  Today, Matthew fell right asleep and Bryson fought it and fought it, screaming and screaming, sending tension through my shoulders.

I just want to make their damn birthday cake, but by the time they’re both asleep, I’m only left 20 minutes and honestly, I’d rather just sit, dammit.

I had these grand (well, not really that grand) plans and now I’ve hired it all out.  I’m not even kidding.

Food?  Being catered.  By the time we buy everything I need to cook what I want to cook, it costs the same.  Then add in the time to prep and cook and my head was spinning.  My favorite place is catering the party with chicken skewer pita sandwiches with Gyro sauce and veggies (build your own).  They’re also bringing their amazing hummus (it’s ridiculous).  Done.

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Cake?  I’m only making the top tier for them to blow out candles.  I’ll be making white cake for their real birthdays on Wednesday and Thursday, so why make a whole other white cake now when I was always planning on having cupcakes in addition to the cake?  Stupid.  I don’t want a lot of cake left over like last year (really, I would like that, but my ass wouldn’t).  So I will just be making the top chocolate part of this little masterpiece (?) and will put some little fondant signs on the sides, make some fondant cones, whatever.  I can do those things late at night without making noise, and working with fondant relaxes me (isn’t that weird?).  They will blow out their candles and they will like it.  Then they will eat cupcakes (they don’t even like chocolate cake, but the digger can’t dig up white dirt!).  I’ll be making the awesome raspberry chocolate cake I made for Hottie last year for his birthday.  I’m ordering 4 dozen cupcakes for this party and the guests – we’ll keep the chocolate cake for us once candles are blown out.  Done.

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(After inserting that picture, I’m feeling guilty about not doing the whole damn cake.  Hmmmm… we’ll see.  No, we won’t see.  I’m just doing the top tier, dammit!)

Party favors?  Purchased as planned.  They are cute, they smell good, and they sent them in the bigger bags I requested so I can add something to the bag.  But what to add is the question.  I don’t want to put any food in there because it will absorb the soap smell.  I wasn’t thinking on that one.  I may just leave them with just the soap and call it a day.  Yes, that sounds good.  Done.

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Decorations?  Purchased as planned!  They arrived the other day and they are just perfect.  I wanted these same decorations and theme last year for Matthew’s birthday but hopped on the Cur.ious Geor.ge theme because I knew he’d outgrow it by now (and he did), so I put this on the back burner.  Good thing I did, because this theme is perfect for the two boys who play trucks and construction site all day long together.  The banner, door hanging, and toppers look as great as, even better than, the photos.  Done.

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I am doing purchasing/hiring out just enough to make it look like I know what I’m doing.  I do know what I’m doing, I’m just burned out beyond belief and don’t want to work on party supplies, cakes, and favors this year.  I just don’t.  I’d rather use my limited free time to sit at my computer and hammer out a few posts on my blog (loser!).  I told Hottie today via text that I feel like a bad mom for not wanting to work on this.  He said, “No need to feel terrible.  They’ll love the party just the same.”

He’s right, they will love it no matter what, and Matthew keeps saying that he doesn’t even want a birthday, so who cares if he doesn’t love it!

 


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Random FB Sale #3

I sometimes post stupid shit on FB because what’s stupid to me might be awesome to someone else.

One time (random FB sale #1), I sold a spinning shower brush for $5 within 30 seconds of posting it, and people lined up for it. That remains, to this day, my fastest ever sale.

Another time (random FB sale #2), I sold a hideous Santa doll that Hottie had found in a random tub… For $5. It was complete with an “authentic reindeer skin” robe. How creepy is that? He sold within 2 hours.

Tonight, I posted this little random treasure that Hottie, once again, found in a random tub that he has no idea where it came from. I sold it for $5 within 26 minutes, and currently, 5 people are in line for it.

You just never know… And because of that, I say…. “Post it!”

(While writing this, a 6th person requested this gem!)


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Fitness Check-In

My goodness, it’s been FOREVER since I’ve checked in here on my fitness.  I was doing another 10 weeks of fitness challenge with myself, but quit after writing this post because, well… it was very eye-opening and I thought it was time for a break on weekly logging of stats.  I didn’t even announce my departure from Fitness Staturdays – I just departed.

And it’s felt good.

But it is time to ramp things up again because my half marathon is next weekend and honestly, I’m ready for a change of pace.  Running on a schedule is no fun at all and this time around (I’ve run 3-4 20K’s or half marathons in the past – I can’t remember), I told myself that I will not be doing this again.  I had a pretty serious foot injury that should have side-lined me for at least 6 weeks, but a solid week of no running got me ready to run again (my doctor agreed it was OK).  The injury (a ruptured plantar fascia in my left arch, meaning that it is forever severed and will never heal back together) should have been way more painful than it was, but my family’s insane pain threshold has been passed onto me and I healed up as quickly as I healed from my C-sections – so I’m out running again.  BUT, the same thing could happen to my right foot, and that arch is burning a bit here and there, so I’m pretty nervous about the race.  I’m doing a trial long run this weekend (10-11 miles) to see if I can do it without upsetting my arches, and I’m staying close to home.  The longest I’ve run so far is 9 miles (which is when I ruptured it) so I know I can squeak out 13.1, but I’m not sure I want to.  I’m not sure that I want to risk a similar, or worse, injury.  It is more important to keep running for the rest of my life than to cross a particular finish line and have an injury that could side-line me for weeks to forever.

So I’m not sure.

Anyway, back to the point of this post – I’ve been running 20-30 miles a week both indoors and outdoors and it feels great, but I need a change.  I need to get back out to the garage to do some kickboxing, I need to do INSA.NI.TY again, and I need to get back to ab and strength work.  I’ve gotten a bit soft.  Before you go on and say, “no you haven’t – etc. etc.” check out my stats from the last time I checked in:

  • Weight:   137.8 Pounds
  • Body Fat %:  21.9%
  • BMI: 21.9
  • Workout Days (goal is 6 days):  6 Days
  • Time Spent Being Active:   4 Hours 42 Minutes
  • Miles Run:  21.3 Miles

And compare them to now:

  • Weight:   144.4 Pounds
    • Difference of 6.6 pounds
  • Body Fat %:  23.3%
    • Difference of 1.4%
  • BMI: 22.6
    • Difference of 1.7
  • Workout Days (goal is 6 days):  5 Days
  • Time Spent Being Active:   6 Hours 2 Minutes
    • A good increase, but it was a good week!
  • Miles Run:  20.2 Miles (and includes 4 miles of walking)

This isn’t horrible by any stretch, but see what I mean?  A little soft.  It turns out that Bryson was a pretty serious little cardio machine and I didn’t even realize it.  I plugged 200 calories a day into MFP for nursing, and I’m thinking it was much higher.  I believe that 5 of the added 6.6 pounds is from weaning – that kid was keeping me trimmed down.  Not counting his calorie usage correctly means that I shorted myself probably 100-150 calories a day, which explains why I dropped more than 1.5 pounds a week back then and was starting to look a little gaunt in the face (I can admit it).

So – once this race is or isn’t done, 😉 I’m going to take a week to figure out what I want to be doing.  I REALLY love running, especially outside, but I need to get my strength up and my abs toned again.  Man alive, I loved my abs back in January.  Unfortunately, those aren’t easy to maintain (well, they actually are if I just do ab work while Hottie reads books to Matthew each night).  I have a feeling that on the days I don’t run (I skip to rest my shins – if they didn’t hurt, I’d run every day), I think I’ll do some kickboxing since Matthew is OUT OF MY ROOM FOR NAPS and the bag in the garage won’t wake him now.

I’m not at all bothered by my current stats – I’ve never maintained 140-145 pounds in my life and I’ve maintained it since before Thanksgiving, so that’s awesome – but I need to mix things up a bit.  And I need to stop eating sweets.  Now that my period is back, I have a serious sweet tooth.  Who knew?

I’ll check in with starting stats in a couple of weeks!