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| Thank You For Saying It LOOKS Like I Have It All Together-- | | Date Created: Jul 27, 2006, 08:06 AM |
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This is James demonstrating how he can swim. He does this and then stands up and everyone says, "Yea!" and then he does it again. And again. And a few more times. I figured this picture was appropriate because last night I dreamed we were staying in a cottage on the shore of a very cold and dark sea. The boys and I were walking along the edge of the water when a huge black whale broke the surface. James--who loves whales and dolphins--jumped in after the whale and I had to run like mad to get to him and jump in the water and save him from drowning. Not a good dream. Last week I had another dream that James and George jumped in a swimming pool and I had to save them and give them CPR. I have no idea what these dreams mean. If you have any idea and it's bad don't tell me! And why doesn't John ever drown?
Things have been going pretty well lately. The other night I was truly truly tired because I woke up a new person. Sometimes my body and mind just shut down and sleep takes over. I've had a flurry of activity this week--including Arbonne stuff, the closing for our bridge loan for the houses, lunch with a friend, a party at a friend's, and a wine tasting with a friend. I'm busier than I've ever been, but it's fun. Will has indulged me by taking over with the guys almost every night this week. I cannot explain to him how much I appreciate it. Will is a really great guy. Despite his addiction to to-do lists, his intense strategy sessions he has with himself before making a decision such as which pan to use to cook the hot dogs, and despite his gentle suggestions that I adopt rolling to-do lists and strategy sessions, he is my rock. Thank you, Will! Thanks to his generosity, I went out for drinks the other night and had a great time. But I did learn something about myself. Do not drink scotch after a wine tasting. Or maybe don't forget that you are allergic to the amount of sulfites in red wine or maybe don't feel like you have to have two tastes of each wine to make sure you really really like it. Anyway, none of that hurt my good time because I didn't consider this information until the next morning. That night was really great. To be in a bar with other women and no one really knows or cares if you are married or have kids. To have a cute bartender. To see a group of younger girls taking shots before going to the next bar and being glad that isn't you anymore or maybe glad you were always such a nerd it never really was you. Anyway, is it bad to feel like a bar is where your true self really feels at home? Again, if you have an idea about this and it's bad don't tell me. All of this rambling is to say, thanks to Will and thanks to my friends, I have had lots of opportunites to get out and have fun and let my true self shine. so thank you all.
The boys have been pretty good the last couple of days. I am taking George to the dentist today and we have read the book about Dinobrush going to get his teeth "counted"...I have no idea how it's going to go. James T-T'd on the potty the other night and yesterday morning! He was disappointed when he didn't git 'er done last night but we'll give it another try today. John really doesn't want anything to do with it and George just can't sit or stand still enough. Will said last night John was very interested in his anatomy. "What IS it, Daddy?" "It's your boy parts." "But what's IN there?" These are the questions to which you have no answer that will satisfy them or make you feel anything other than uncertain, afraid, and in danger of scarring them for life.
Right now the boys are slamming doors for fun. And playing pretend. James has come so far in terms of his imagination but I hope he doesn't stop there. While John is now sitting on his bed rowing with a baseball bat and calling it his paddle, James is running around saying, "I am a shoe! I am a shoe!" George is walking around saying, "We are going shop shop shoppin!" Yesterday when Wil''s mom came over he looked at her and said, "Those pants are pretty!"
I've got to run. I'm still in the T-shirt I slept in and the boys need a bath. I know I haven't been the best blogger lately, and I can't promise I'll get better anytime soon with showing the house, keeping the house clean, and packing, but I promise to think about it and try harder! Last night I met a really nice woman at a party. She has three boys, ages 7, 5, and 2 1/2. She was surprised I had triplets and wanted to know how I "had it all together." First of all my mom had taken the boys for the afternoon and there's nothing like a little time without the boys to put a little color in your cheeks and pep in your step. But I did tell her that a year or so ago I wasn't even close to the allusion of having it all together. And it got me thinking back to what really was the start of all of my positive changes--when I started this blog. Writing got my awakening started after the shock to my system that was triplet boys. And there is no way I would have kept it going if people hadn't told me they read it and they could relate to it or it made them laugh every now and then. So thank you all for reading this and keeping me going and truly truly keeping me almost "together." On the TV there was just a story about a family of parents and foster children who lived in a tiny hurricane damaged house, and they were so happy, and it just reminds me of how blessed I am to have a wonderful family, a wonderful house, amazing friends, and love coming at me from all directions keeping me afloat. I am so grateful for all these things. So thank you for reading this and being a very very important part of my journey to that elusive paradise: "together". If I ever get there I probably won't recognize myself...and what would I possibly have to write about? I guess "together" can wait a few more years... |
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