On Sunday, TheMostImportantGuy was Chicago bound on a business trip and MyFavoriteKid was at a drum corps audition. I had the day to myself to decorate for the holidays. Being alone meant I could enjoy an eggnog and listen to all the Holiday tunes I wanted to!
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Monday, December 09, 2013
Long time no blog, eh?
I'm not sure exactly what is going on with me. At first I thought I was just frustrated with technological issues and the lack of ease of posting. Then I thought I had things to say but was just too busy to say them. Then I thought I had nothing to say at all. Then I thought I did have something to say, but it sounded rather depressing or whiny. Then I ended up being too depressed to post at all. THEN I finally realized that maybe part of my feeling depressed was because I stopped posting in the first place.
Well, however I got to this spot, here I am.
If you were to look at me from the outside, there's not a whole lot going on with me. Pretty much the same ol', same ol'. But it feels like my internal life is exactly the opposite of that. Way too many thoughts and feelings about all sorts of stuff. Sometimes when there is that much going on in my crazy inner world I start looking like a deer in the headlights. I freeze in my tracks.
At the forefront of my crazy-brain:
~ I have some anniversaries happening, and contemplating marking them creates an overly sentimental me. TheMostImportantGuy and I just celebrated 10 years together last month. That was a good one. The best, actually :-) And February marks 20 years of dancing, also good (except see the next item on this list, and you'll maybe understand why it's a little emotional), and....next March it will be 10 years since the car accident. I'm not sure exactly where that fits in to the scheme of things (ie my mood), but it has me thinking about it more than usual, so it must be doing something to my mood.
~ I am planning on taking a break from teaching dance (in its present form) in the spring. For a couple of years I have felt like I need to let it go and make room for something else, and I keep waiting for that something else to appear first so that I'll know when it's time to quit teaching. I've been waiting so long for that thing to appear though, that I think I might the order reversed. I think I need to let go and make space first so something else can come in. You know, when one door closes, another opens, and all that. It's like I'm trying to wait for the next door to open before I close this one, but that usually isn't how it works for me. Usually the door has to shut, and there is time spent in the corridor waiting for the next door to open. I've always been keen to point out that, "the hallways can be such a bitch." But they don't need to be. So I'm working myself up to be HappyInTheHallway for ahwile. Sometimes "Not Knowing" is a really clean place to be.
~ I'm watching MyFavoriteKid grow into his own very awesome young man. I am in awe of him, to be honest with you. I know I'm his mom and all and we all think most highly of our own kids, but I swear to you, if I wasn't his mom and I met him somewhere randomly, he'd impress me. So what's happening now is that I'm dealing with that thing I guess almost every mother has to deal with at some point: that happy-sad thing as you let them go. It's a beautiful and awesome feeling. And at the same time it hits me in the chest in a way that makes me want to sing achy-breaky country songs. LOL I know y'all know what I'm trying to say here.
~ I'm worried about James (the guy at the convalescent hospital that I volunteer visit), and my responsibility for his care has shifted, and I'm really muddling my way through it all, to be honest.
~ I've been in therapy for a few months now, both solo, and in couple's counseling with TheMIG. All is well between us. Really. It is. Fear not. We are doing great. We're just getting some help learning how to understand where each other is coming from, 'cuz lemme tell ya'...we come from entirely different backgrounds and we grew up with some extremely different family cultural norms, and it's like we speak different languages sometimes. It's been a real gift to have someone (our therapist) translate for us, and even better, teach us how to do it ourselves so we're aren't dependent on the guy. Love it. In my own personal therapy, I am learning how some behaviors that I learned (or perhaps was taught) very early in life pretty much pop up in every. single. place. in my life. that I look. I'd really like to write about it, but because it involves my family (who are readers), I'm not sure I can. I've been deeply considering another blog about it all elsewhere and being a ghost-writer or assuming some crazy pen-name (like there is anything crazier than AmpuTeeHee..??)
~ I am seriously struggling with what it is taking me to manage two households (TheNewDiggs and YeOldeHaus). It's going to take me a much a longer post to dive into that, but I will eventually because quite frankly, I'm probably going to need advice. But for now, I'll just say that it's weighing on me far more than it probably should be. I'm probably making things more complicated than they need to be.
So. That's where I'm at.
A whole lot of mulling things over, basically. Not a bad thing really, except you pair all the thinking and feeling with the cold snap we're having, and I'm just quite happy huddling up in my cozy little hidey-hole over here, and that's why you haven't seen much of me!
Now that I've broken my own ice, let's see if that puts me back on track again.
Posted by MsAmpuTeeHee at 9:17 AM
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
I am tempted to do a search on my own blog and see how many times "Poor Riley" shows up, but quite frankly...I don't wanna know.
When Riley woke up this morning he had a limp, and by an hour later he was hopping around like a 3-legged dog. I called the vet first thing and lined up a noon-thirty appointment.
The little hole on his "thigh" had closed over pretty well (I had trimmed the hair away and doused him with a medicinal spray given to us for Teeny's last adventure). But there was another little pin-prick of a hole on his "ankle", and the whole ankle was swollen. The vet said the puncture wound was deep and it went right into the joint. If it was from a wild or feral animal (which I am sure it was), they carry crazy bacteria in their mouths. She shave his leg and found more little holes on the other side of his ankle bone. Where I thought it was the poke of a claw, it was more likely a bite.
More shaving, some drainage arrangements, and while he was out, I had them clean his teeth (might as well spare him another vet visit later...it was overdue). The doc said they were moving his leg around while he was knocked out and his heart rate went up indicating much pain. When I pick him up tomorrow morning, he'll come home with "a party hat"....a broad spectrum antibiotic that will be switched to a more specific antibiotic once the cultures they took show results...a few types of pain meds...and the need for hot compresses.
Do you have any idea how many times we've been through stuff like this? Not just for Riley, but "times four" once you count how many times I've done this for the other animals that live here? I am so over it. I LOVE MY PETS. They are my family. But this is getting a little crazy.
Riley's in TheClink tonight. I'll spring him tomorrow.
Posted by MsAmpuTeeHee at 11:16 PM