My children have taken to writing notes, coloring pictures, and cutting paper into shapes and leaving the tiny clippings all over my floor. It's usually frustrating when I see the mess, but highly entertaining when they tell me about what they have been doing, read their phonetically spelled notes to me that I can't read, and are all happy and excited. Courtney wrote me a note that, when translated, said "Dear Mama, please go to daddy.com." followed by her begging me "Just give it a try. Once chance. It has a picture of them, tells their name, where they work, what they are like. What do you expect, some guy to just come knock on our door and ask 'will you marry me?'. Not gonna happen. Just give it a chance." So, to ease her mind, I went to daddy.com and showed her that it is just a place for dad's to go to learn how to be a good dad. So she changed it to findahusband.com. Oh joyous joys.
Jenna showed me a recipe for cookie pie that she wants to make. It sounded fun. You mix 24 crushed chocolate waffers with melted butter and use for the crust. Then you melt marshmallows and mix in whipped heavy cream with some kind of mint somethings mixed in, put it on the crust and let it chill. We'll have to give that sugar overload a try.
I will say on a more personal mommy note, that I have been feeling very alone. Like I'll be waiting forever before I do end up with Mr. Right. Actually, I feel like I have been waiting forever. I've been divorced for close to 5 years now, we were separated for a year before the divorce was final. Other than a few HORRIBLE blind dates (I'm sure you want to hear all about those!!), a failed attempt with online dating (thankfully short lived and harmless, but annoying), and a 2 month dating relationship failure almost 3 years ago, I've got nothing. Not a prospect in sight. It gets so frustrating. I know that this is a season of my life. That God has someone perfect out there for us in His time. but sometimes I feel like Courtney, who, when I tell her the "God's got someone perfect for us and God has a perfect time to send him to us." line, repeats it in a very a mocking and annoyed voice. Last week was a very hard week for me. No one in my family got it. Didn't want to get why. I was already feeling pretty low, and things just got lower. I felt so defeated and so . . . trapped. All I wanted was a big strong husband to wrap his arms around me, listen, understand, and stand up for me. To be strong and calm for me when I was weak and upset. I had to totally rely on God, which was a great thing, and face it with only Him. It's not all better yet. My car still wont start and might cost more to fix than I am planning on or have available. Other things have yet to be resolved. I just don't know how to handle the next step the right way. Lots of prayer.
Oh, our Children's Ministry Director at church pulled me aside Wednesday night. She's Courtney's teacher on Wed. nights. She said "Courtney said something in class I think you should probably hear about. She said that Jenna is moving to your parents house for a long time. Like until summer." We both started laughing, and I assured her that that was not true (which she already figured). I asked Courtney about it later, and she said "Jenna told me she's moving. She even has a bag packed." Jenna said "Yes. I'm moving to Grammy and Grampy's house. It's more fun there. If you won't move there, I'll just go myself." The poor girl forgets how much she hates going to my parents house in the winter when they can't go outside very often.
And on that note, they are getting into trouble, so . . . The End.
Jenna showed me a recipe for cookie pie that she wants to make. It sounded fun. You mix 24 crushed chocolate waffers with melted butter and use for the crust. Then you melt marshmallows and mix in whipped heavy cream with some kind of mint somethings mixed in, put it on the crust and let it chill. We'll have to give that sugar overload a try.
I will say on a more personal mommy note, that I have been feeling very alone. Like I'll be waiting forever before I do end up with Mr. Right. Actually, I feel like I have been waiting forever. I've been divorced for close to 5 years now, we were separated for a year before the divorce was final. Other than a few HORRIBLE blind dates (I'm sure you want to hear all about those!!), a failed attempt with online dating (thankfully short lived and harmless, but annoying), and a 2 month dating relationship failure almost 3 years ago, I've got nothing. Not a prospect in sight. It gets so frustrating. I know that this is a season of my life. That God has someone perfect out there for us in His time. but sometimes I feel like Courtney, who, when I tell her the "God's got someone perfect for us and God has a perfect time to send him to us." line, repeats it in a very a mocking and annoyed voice. Last week was a very hard week for me. No one in my family got it. Didn't want to get why. I was already feeling pretty low, and things just got lower. I felt so defeated and so . . . trapped. All I wanted was a big strong husband to wrap his arms around me, listen, understand, and stand up for me. To be strong and calm for me when I was weak and upset. I had to totally rely on God, which was a great thing, and face it with only Him. It's not all better yet. My car still wont start and might cost more to fix than I am planning on or have available. Other things have yet to be resolved. I just don't know how to handle the next step the right way. Lots of prayer.
Oh, our Children's Ministry Director at church pulled me aside Wednesday night. She's Courtney's teacher on Wed. nights. She said "Courtney said something in class I think you should probably hear about. She said that Jenna is moving to your parents house for a long time. Like until summer." We both started laughing, and I assured her that that was not true (which she already figured). I asked Courtney about it later, and she said "Jenna told me she's moving. She even has a bag packed." Jenna said "Yes. I'm moving to Grammy and Grampy's house. It's more fun there. If you won't move there, I'll just go myself." The poor girl forgets how much she hates going to my parents house in the winter when they can't go outside very often.
And on that note, they are getting into trouble, so . . . The End.
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