Long Time No Write!

Wow- three years since I've done anything on here. A LOT has happened. Let's go in chronological order: 

August 2018- Had a baby boy! 

December 2018- Separated from husband

June 2019- Dad passed away due to Alzheimer's. I miss him all the time, but I am so grateful to not have to worry about nursing home visits during COVID. 

March 2020- Divorce finalized ( hallelujah!) We all know about COVID.

April 2020- Finally enter the dating world and quickly think "what the hell is this?!?" 

Now, for those who want to say "I'm so sorry for your divorce" please save it. I'm the happiest and more confident I have probably ever been. 

However, you can say "I'm so sorry you're in the dating world." This is terrible! I didn't do much casual dating in high school/ college. And I quickly remembered why. 

Part of me wants to delete all the old posts that involve him/ marriage/ happily ever after/ blah, blah but it also reminds me of ALL that I have learned from it. Who knows, maybe it will be gone tomorrow. 

Let's see if I can get this writing thing going again. The world is so divided now it's almost suicide to post any kind of opinion.... This should be fun!!

<3 Julz

Day 7

I felt today required more than a simple Facebook post. For those of you coming in late, my mom is out of town for 10 days, this puts the rest of us on 24/7 Dad duty.

In case you didn’t already know I like to have things done in a certain way. If I’m going to have to do most (or all) of the work, we are going to do this my way. Not the “easier” way or the way you might think it will work better. Nope. This has been my mentality the past 7 days.

Me

Mornings are hard, getting Kelli up and ready for camp and getting Dad up and ready so that I can get them both fed and ready for the day. I’ve been doing this mostly alone.

This morning we had someone from church coming over to hang out with Dad, this way Troy and I could keep an appointment. I was attempting to make the house some what presentable and “make” breakfast (AKA Cereal). I had run down stairs to put something away and when I came back up Kelli came running up to me so excited.

She had given Papa (what she calls Dad) grapes and a cup of juice all by herself. She was so excited that she was “a helper.” I couldn’t help it. I cried. My 4-year-old took the initiative to give her grandfather breakfast as her Mom was trying to do other things.

Grapes and Juice for Breakfast

30 min later the man who had volunteered 2 hours of his morning showed up.

Within 30 minutes I had been smacked on the head twice. Then later in the day my sister and I were having a heated discussion about Saturday’s schedule. And I have learned an ugly lesson:

 Yes, I can do a lot, but I can’t do it all. 

Not me 

I have to surrender to the idea that other people can help, and help in different ways. I may not always get the help I want in the way I want it. (Is that too much to ask for!?) But I have to take what I can get and roll with it.

This is a lesson I have learned over-and-over. But it is also a lesson that I have forgotten over and over. I am always reminded of this butt kicking lesson at what appears to be the worst of times.

The Lesson I Never Remember 

But it is really the best times.