Friday, August 9, 2013

Some call it love



For my readers who come here to read the funny spin I put on things that they are afraid to say out loud or publish online, let me apologize in advance. This post has nothing to do with being a mom. I can’t promise a funny spin on this post either. Today I want to write about love and how it can define us to our very core and in some cases, redefine us.

When I became a mom for the first time on October 16, 2006 love came naturally to me. It wasn’t something I had to work at, or try to feel for my child. Love was pouring out of me in every facet. I loved everything about her and I loved everything I had to do for her. Yes, including changing her explosive diapers and wiping up her regurgitated breastmilk. Serving her wasn’t a burden. Being at her beck and call was my new guilty pleasure. Granted, when that newborn smell wears off it can kinda start to feel like a job. 

Especially after a long day at work and 4 sessions of pumping your breasts like a dairy cow. Then as they get older and begin using their opinionated brains against us, it becomes even harder. But my point is, loving your child isn’t a hard thing to do. I wouldn’t categorize it as “work.” 

Loving another person however, IS work. Not at first. At first when you’re in that “in love” phase nothing takes effort, nothing is too expensive, nothing is too inconvenient; nothing is difficult in exchange for your lover’s happiness. Even the sacrifice of your own. (ahem, unnamed cousin)When that newness wears off, the shhhh gets harder. And that’s okay. That’s the natural progression of reality in relationships. 

We’re two months into our marital union as husband and wife and we have been hard at work to love one another. I say that not in a bad way but in a good way. See, much like the faith without works is dead sorta thing, love without work is just lust. Ohhh I just made that up. That’s good yall. Write that one down.
Kurt and I were headed towards love from the moment we met. No doubt about it. It was almost magical. We got to enjoy the ride of falling in love with each other. Climbing mountains for one another was easy and almost effortless. Now married, under one roof, multiplied children, increased expenses, merging schedules, establishing rules, enforcing rules, his, hers, mine, OURS. It’s work. It’s gratifying and rewarding. But it’s still work. 

Each disagreement, quarrel or issue that has come up has served as an opportunity to demonstrate our loves towards each other. Not at first. Usually inconsiderate words and opinions are expressed, then comes the love. Understanding, forgiveness, communication, tolerance, willingness to see the other’s point of view. This is all stuff that conflicts with our instincts. We are by nature selfish with our main concern being self preservation and justification. So when we put our desire and need to be heard, understood, justified, and right out of the equation, we create a free zone to truly love the one we have chosen to be with.

Loving Kurt has humbled me in a way I can’t help but praise God for. It has challenged me to reevaluate how I demonstrate love, grace, mercy, forgiveness towards others. When I witness Kurt resisting the urge to speak out of anger or emotion towards me, or taking the time needed to process my perspective, I am witnessing love in action.  And when I return that respect to him by admitting my faults, or asking for his forgiveness he is witnessing love in action from me. This doesn’t magically make me agree with him or him with me. We might have to agree to disagree or schedule another time to discuss it. Either way, we work towards love. 

We have encountered some impromptu family issues. The kind of issues you aren’t allowed to turn away from or ignore. In addition to that we have been working towards merging our families into one. There has been quite a lot of “obstacles” hurled our way. We choose to see those obstacles as opportunities to grow.  Well, maybe not at first but we eventually find our way there. 

This post isn’t to brag or air how na├»ve I am about marriage and relationships. It’s tough. Add kids its tougher. Add kids and ex’s its exhaustingly tough.  I’m well aware that problems and fights are going to arise and they won’t always be easy to get thru. I know love doesn’t blind us to our spouse’s miscellaneous socks found in random places or put the seat down. But I want to encourage my readers, both single and not to embrace the effort that’s demanded by love. It’s not easy. It’s when it gets hard that you know you’re on real love’s territory and it relies on you to stay alive. 


Friday, August 2, 2013

Jala-peno Biz-naaaazzz!!!!



Oh haaaay yall. Dorky wave to all. Guys, things are nuts right now. I apologize for my extended absence. As if anyone noticed. Sad face. No but for real guys, to the handful of you who noticed my lack of posts, it’s been whacky macky, cooka-majoo type of crazy lately. 

It’s been one foggy haze of soggy wet swim suits on the floor, wet towels on the beds, lost flips flops, broken goggles, go-gurt wrappers, bedtime warfare and half eaten plates and empty bellies. And that was just last night.

In Texas where the average temperature is 100-104 with a heat index of OH GAWD IM IN HELL there aren’t a lot of activity selections other than swimming. So we have done a lot of that. We have bought and replaced an undocumented amount of goggles. We are down to one pair and still have 3 kids! We are gonna see how long this last pair holds out until a bloody brawl erupts that we are forced to break apart. 

We discovered that our upstairs neighbors are half sasquatch half polar bear lesbians that practice Michael Flatley’s Lord of The Dance from midnight until 3am. From approximately 6pm-9pm they like to juggle medicine balls with Richard Simmons. We left a note for them wishing them well on their audition for the Irish musical production but to please rehearse at a more appropriate hour. They have not heeded our advice. 

I wanted to surprise my husband with some homemade jalapeno poppers. I didn’t anticipate how deadly and violent jalapeno seeds actually were. I should have worn latex gloves when handling these little sons of bitches. Excuse my language but nothing less would accurately describe the anguish and torture they put me thru. My hands are literally still burning. I think I know what it would feel like to be burned alive now. I feel as though all grocery store clerks owe it to their customers to warn us when buying a sack full of those assholes! Again, excuse my language, and sorry mom. There should be a sign next to the bin of jalapenos that they could ruin your life if not handled properly. I’m terrified of them. 

I’ve been to every single government ran operation this side of the metroplex. Changing your last name is no easy task. But after and entire month, I think I finally have all of my documents current with my new last name. Checks, cards, license, insurance, you name it, I got it. 

We are registering for school, softball and baseball this month. Because of the heat the only ball we’ve actually thrown all summer is a beach ball, and the only reading we have done is the U-verse movie guide. Judge me not. 

My good friend is getting married this month. I’m one of her bridesmaids so there are a lot of events leading up to her big day. Bachelorette parties, bridal showers, gifts to buy, gifts to wrap, dress fittings, and anything else she needs. 

That’s the scoop. Hope you have a great weekend and remember, stay away from the jalapenos, don’t do jumping jacks on the second or third floor of an apartment, buy goggles in bulk and always aim for a nap when possible!