Flood alerts and home ownership and PTSD

FloodAlert

So when it rains it sometimes floods.  What should I expect when we don’t live  too far from the great Mississippi River? So here we are… after buying this house looking for flood insurance.  Buying a house is an exercise in patience and keeping your sanity.

What a complete mess this place was.  With help we have cleaned it up.  There are so many loose ends and things to do.  The joy of owning your own home…feel the sarcasm?

Then throw in a part-time job that sometimes seems like a full-time job.  Which requires my presence at most religious events at our Church.  Not that there is anything wrong with this, but it keeps me busy.  And on many days I find it hard to be Christian to my own family when it seems nothing gets done around here unless I ask, bribe or order them to help me. So my husband sets new ground rules on the fridge that will supposedly change everything, even when he travels for work!  He even used the word “Favorable Actions”….I’m laughing now. I’m now the bad cop because I am the enforcer!  Hey I have a bunch of police in my family…why not?

Throw in another wrench…memory loss.  My ball and chain has been noticing some short-term memory loss from a possible brain injury from 2003.  Yes, there have been tests and more tests on the brain and body.  While having these tests other issues are coming to a head…all while working a full time job and working on his Masters Degree.  I’ll give it to him, he’s a trooper. Ask someone who’s been in Combat in the infantry or Airborne if they have had any head injuries or if they have blacked out at any point and guess what the answer is? Hmmm…then we add now burn pits and burning all kinds of things possible, testing vacines, PTSD….could there a variety of things going on in a body?

But on the Easter Vigil he was baptized in the name of the Father, the son and holy spirit.  Will this change his outlook on life? or Spirituality…the cats still in the bag, because he is a man of a few words.  So instead here I am working my words as some sort of release to all things that pour in my life.

My sanity falls in the hands of my lord and savior.  I know the best is yet to come.  I will put one foot in front of another and know God is guiding me to do what I need to do.

-Adios

Matthew 25:21New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)

21 His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and trustworthy slave; you have been trustworthy in a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master.’

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Battle lines

This is a family does and thanks to those hard working mothers like this one!

My Blanken World

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*Sigh*  I know, I know it’s been a while; to be honest, I’ve been too exhausted to do much of anything as of late.  When I left you last, I had just been hired to work for a grocery chain (to remain unnamed, but they are pretty awesome) in the natural department – right up my alley!  Between the wonky schedule (I work 2 am – 10 am’sh some days, and others 4 pm – 10 pm’sh… but it’s a job, so I don’t complain) and sometimes long hours – this schedule is not conducive to good sleep, or creating an over abundance of extra energy.  Along with continuing renovations, homeschooling, a few more sewing projects and time at the clinic, there is little down time.  But, they work around our school schedule (thank you boss man!), and it’s only temporary until we get the last of the repair bills…

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Spring time, sleep deprivation and Mother’s Day

IMG_1815So this cold and dreary river has finally warmed up!  Today for the huge garage sale days its supposed to be 67 degrees.  It really is beautiful her year round.  Spring has been amazing so far.  Beautiful flowers I didn’t see when we got here last year in September.
Once a year everyone gets their stuff out and has a giant garage sale or rummage sale in the towns along the Mississippi River.  I debated doing it myself. However I am not as prepared as I should be.
We are in the process of looking for a home to buy.  So I think next year we will be in a great position to have one after looking through all our crap.  Someones trash is another mans treasure.  So who knows. I feel its not trash but mostly clothes that we have out grown or don’t wear on a daily basis.

The newest edition to our family has kept me so busy and so sleepy.  Sleep deprivation is an understatement.  I could fall asleep taking mortar rounds right now I believe. But now its the sound of the baby that wakes me every 2 1/2 to 3 hours.  The first few weeks I was so cranky, but now my hormones have evened out more.  I am not so crabby, but just a little cranky. Add to this my husband is traveling more and so I am once again doing this by myself.  It has taken many evenings of prayer and moments of saying “Serenity now” to make it through while watching him sleep (When he is here) since he has this full time “Job”. As if this job of mine isn’t a real job.  I really feel this way sometimes and not appreciated.  Is this the hormones speaking? Even if I had another full time job again, I would still be performing the same tasks and working 40 hours. It doesn’t change.  When someone does say “Hey you are doing a great job” its because through tears I mentioned I don’t feel appreciated.  So I don’t take it as appreciation when I mentioned it in the first place.  Its like receiving flowers from someone after you tell them”You don’t send me flowers anymore….”Sing it Barbara!” Then they send you flowers…I digress.

Where is the optimism?  Its a must to continue to look forward to what is to come.  This is what keeps me sane.  I know God promises us hope, so in this I find comfort.  However this sleep deprivation leads me to weird, laughable conversations in the middle of the night when I am wearing mismatched clothes, not PJ’s but what ever doesn’t have spit up or peanut butter from someone’s lunch on it. These conversations usually start serious but end up wacky and funny when we try not to laugh because we can’t wake a baby who finally fell asleep after so much gas! Bowel movements are our subject matter on most days.  Who have I become?  Mother’s Day is coming up and every year my husband says “You aren’t my mother”…yeah that’s right, but I sure pick up after you a lot.  So I don’t expect anything special gifts, probably just more dishes and dirty laundry. Happy Mother’s Day to all and to the Men who do fill in for mothers who are not around for whatever reason.  To all the Mother’s laughing through tears..I feel you!  “The best is yet to come!”

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Old men and tough times…

Yep, there is work to be done.  The craziness ensues around here.  Just last Monday we had 4 inches of snow and today in the 60’s.  Mother Nature sure is confused as well as the people of Wis…

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Old men and tough times…

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Yep, there is work to be done.  The craziness ensues around here.  Just last Monday we had 4 inches of snow and today in the 60’s.  Mother Nature sure is confused as well as the people of Wisconsin.  I apparently made it thru my first winter, mind you a very mild one. I keep getting reminded from elderly people tell me this is not like the 70’s!  No its not!

1 week till baby d-day.  I feel it may come early but the date is on and I can’t help feel like I need to do a million things, but actually I should just sleep like a hibernating bear and build up a storage of sleep.  But that’s not gonna happen, because I keep myself up at night making mental lists of stuff that should be done before another member of the family arrives. In due time she will arrive and I will once again learn to go with the flow.  I keep looking at little baby socks thinking “More laundry and I am ready for another kid to tell me they are looking for something,  or another person to come chat with me while using the bathroom!” We have two bathrooms but wherever I am, something follows me, whether a dog, hub or girls needing something from me.  But I guess one day I will miss their crazy questions, their silly fighting over weird things, their advice, and attitudes.

Yesterday all these thoughts seemed more profound when my Step-mother called to me that my Dad had been admitted into the hospital with chest pressure, and high blood pressure.  This is the man I remember in his fatigues (Shining his boots) or Class A’s, or getting up to jog in the mornings.  The Puerto Rican who drinks coffee with his leche. His sarcasm lives on thru me and I am not sure sometimes if my kids get it.  He is a tough old goat who will get thru this. He says on the phone “I am good” in his Bronx accent.”Don’t worry about me” he says.  Today he may get a stent, but we won’t know until the tests are done.  I find myself sharing sayings with my kids  and they laugh and look at me funny!  My abuelo lived to 97 in Puerto Rico still smoking cigars and drinking rum.  He got killed by a drunk driver in an accident at an intersection.  My other abuelo got killed as well by a drunk driver in El Paso Texas on his way from Christmas vacation and he died on the surgery table.  So yes God I got it “Don’t drink and drive!”  My abuelo Nicanor rolled and smoke un-filtered cigarettes and they both worked their asses off.  Luciano was a retired Puerto Rican Police Detective and Nicanor a Janitor and farmer back in the 50′ and 60’s.  What a bunch of tough men from a hard generation. In my opinion my Dad’s best advice is “To stand up for yourself and if ever offered a position to lead or to work hard, do it to your best ability!”

-Adios

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Cheese Curds and Beer

Everywhere I turn around here I hear about Cheese Curds and beer.  I can have the previous cheese but no beer since there is a bun in the oven cooking for a little bit longer.  Not to mention I have been taking my glucose for Gestational Diabetes. What a whole wrench in this baby thing!  Seriously I am taking it serious and have so much to learn.

However having an adult beverage is really attractive.  But I keep reading and “They” say its bad.  The French drink wine.  But for me and the babies safety I better be safer than sorry. Oh well, your German beer wait!

I am such a novice at his whole counting carbs, protein and stuff. I got started around Halloween which was torture too.  Not to mention I am finally starting to look pregnant not just fat. Yes, its official I am overweight and this contributed to Gestational Diabetes and Diabetes is on both side of my family.  So its necessary to kick its rear when this baby comes out, for my health.

At the same time I am taking two more graduate courses, signed up for the Praxis II again, and I need to do one more step for Sub Teaching.  Its madness here.  Appointments for me, the kids, and school.

The oldest was referred to the Orthodontist. Needless to say we got a really expensive estimate of what this Orthodontist wants to do with her teeth. My hub had a mild seizure when I showed him.  He wants a second opinion and to change our Dental Insurance during open enrollment. Poor kid has a similar situation to my teeth.  So its going to be interesting for her too. The doc was a bit different, old, and somewhat funny.  Should we go to someone younger?  And  the Deductible resets in December.

So we move and its one thing after another financially.  I know all will be provided but I have had some heated conversations with my hub over finances. It just stresses him out, especially someone with PTSD.  So its better I handle the checkbook. Having money, paying off debt, and it just sucks being an adult sometimes.  We have all these dreams of things we want to do, but in time it will happen.  Baby steps, one day at a time.

Being alone gives me plenty of time to be super emotional and hormonal. I have met the kids teachers and few other parents, and some people like our neighbors from church.  Other than these people, I am a hermit in a town of 938. The town is full of Bars, one gas station and a few art galleries.  Its mostly blue collar and few of retired farmers.  I am still getting used to “Yah” and “You Know!”  When I call someone Mam’ or Sir, sometimes I get weird looks. I gave up on Sweet tea for two reasons, gestational diabetes and I can’t find any that doesn’t taste like yuk.  But they do love their Beer and Brats here.  The family tortured me at German Pub a few weekends ago, where I had a yummy sandwhich while staring at their beer choices.  Brats and any type of sausage cooking makes me sick to my stomach. Its just a super Northern adventure.  I miss many things, but even with the cold weather I think I am going to love this place.  Say it ain’t so. People are nice, friendly for the most part, even funny, pretty straight laced.  Men and women cause like Sailors. The trees and weather make me think of Washington.  It makes me homesick of BG. The homes are beautiful and for the most part people keep up with their stuff and take care of their  old homes with beautiful covered porches.  Everyone for the most part has a nice yard, nothing on blocks here or crap everywhere.  People take care of their business. Its nice to see.

My main concern is how my kids will really adjust.  What are they really learning here?  Who are these kids around here?  Are they teaching them stuff I don’t want to hear about at this age. A few seem rough around the edges. I remember the 5th grade.  Ahh braces and glasses, next to Willy who helped me laugh about it all! I remember the Challenger blowing up that year.  Times have sure changed.  Some of my daughters friends have cell-phones, but I am not going there. I don’t care. What does she need it for?  I don’t even need my phone.  Call me old!  I miss being able to walk to school, chatting, sending written notes. Sitting outside in the front talking instead of texting each other.  Or talking on the phone with the large extension cord, till someone yelled for me to get off.

Lastly I miss my Mom, who is coming for  Thanksgiving. Sadly even my husband shows emotion of missing his parents too. He has a heart after all!  It is scary and fun in ways being the new person, not knowing where anything is. Its a test, a game. But interesting.  So far so good. Cheese curds anyone?

-AdiosIMG_1756

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That girl

In about a week, we will move, open boxes and settle into a new place. My eldest will start a new year in a new school, in a new town and in a new state.  I just hope she meets a good friend, like my friend Sarah from the 4th grade.

I was the new kid once, yeah that was me. Brand new to the class I believe part way thru the year. We became good friends and found out we lived up the street from each other.  We both had single moms and brothers that made us crazy.   We talked on the phone, we walked to the store for candy, we rode bikes, we did so many crazy things for years until we moved again my Junior year of high school.  Even the night before I left we hung out and I cried all the way home because I knew I would miss my friend.  We wrote for years and our letters have slowed down but then the internet came along and our phones still ring.  I can not be more thankful for her and her friendship.  Thankful she showed me around the first day.
This is what I hope for my eldest daughter especially after our 14 hour trip to Wisconsin.  I hope she finds that girl, Sarah.

-Adios

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