Hashing it All Out: The Quiet Gripes of a Polite Mom

Welcome, and thank you for visiting my first blog! I am at a major junction in my life, and I felt like sharing it with others who may be experiencing/have experienced some of the same random events. Along the way, I will hash out a few of the things that get under our skin as parents, and as humans in a disenchanted society. I promise to be opinionated, straight-forward and to throw in as much humor as I possibly can.

To begin, I am a 30 year old mother to three beautiful children: my nearly 5 year old twins (boy and girl), and our lovely last addition, my one year old baby girl. For the purposes of my blog, I'll be referring to my son as H.P. (all boy and full of curiosity) his twin sister as Ave (exceptionally girly, and a little mother in her own right), and their baby sister (the firecracker of the three) as Kay. My husband (I will refer to him as B) truly compliments me, and tolerates me, which I find to be the most important part; for if it were not for his tolerance, he most certainly would not compliment me.

I tell you these little bits and pieces of information in order to give you a brief idea as to where I have been. We lost my dad back in 2004, prior to him having a chance to meet his grandchildren, and I absolutely wish that could have been different. He so would have adored these two little stinkers.

Just prior to my father's death, I had exited a terribly unfruitful marriage, and proceded through a bit of a downward spiral; that is, until an unexpected white knight was introduced to me by a dear friend. My now husband, was there for me and my family unlike anyone I had ever had in my life prior. He actually went up to the ICU, and sat and spoke with my father everyday...even while I was at work. Now, to understand the humor of this, you would have to understand their initial introduction and the circumstances.

When my husband first met my father, they both had their reservations. I was seperated, with divorce proceedings in the works, and my father did NOT agree with my dating during that time period. My husbands reservations were based in his awareness that my father was not a fan of my dating, yet. However, at my sister's college graduation party, they finally met, I remember, we were helping to set up tables for the party, when my father came out and saw that my cat had jumped up onto one of the freshly covered tables outside of my family home. My dad began fussing about the blankety blank cat being up there. My husband, being the shining knight he is, tried to defend my pride and joy Oreo by stating "really it's not that bad of a cat". My dad shot a look over at him, with his piercing blue eyes, and said "than YOU take the blankety blank cat". They were obviously off to a good start (sarcasm), however, I personally just blew it off; while my husband swears to this day that he was sweating his socks off.

Yet, everyday, for nearly three months...faithfully, there my husband (whom, at the time was the new boyfriend that didn't exactly hit it off with my father) was, visiting my father in his ICU cubicle during his lunch break; just so he could make certain that never a visiting hour passed, where someone was not there to be with him if he were to wake up. I am still amazed by this act of love. He absolutely won my heart in the beginning, and has kept it safe ever since.

Now, this stay-at-home mom, with her wonderful husband and beautiful children are going through the change of their lives.This week I am completing my Bachelor of Arts in Psychology, and am searching high and low for a job- a prospect which once achieved will shake up our home life considerably...for the better. The only hindrance is that there seems to be no jobs in our rural area (obviously not a great time to be trying to enter the job market), and this either means a possible change of scenery, or the continuation on to my Master's Degree, in order to avoid having to pay on student loans with only one source of income. In the upcoming blogs, this journey is likely to be one of the top ranking talking points, as will the everyday bumps along the way, including the ordinary OMG moments (ie. such as my son coming home from school discussing what "boobies" are) to the extreme "oh dear Lord" moments (ie. handling people being grossly obscene around your children in public, when there is no where to run?).

It is likely to be a roller coaster of upcoming events, so please come back and visit, and feel free to comment and leave suggestions. I will moderate rough language, so please keep it copacetic. I've enjoyed it! Until next time...may peaceful moments invade your chaos.