Residency, Custody and Gratitude

1. This morning I got up at 3:45 am to get the girls to the airport for their summer visit with ___________. Fill in the blank with your favorite name for my ex husband. My dad called him Beavis and I'm all about honoring my dad's good name right now, so Beavis it is. And you can't have Beavis without Butthead, which is so fitting for his wife and oh I could go on about their shenanigans and trying to blame me for their failing marriage but that would sound like a bad reality show so I won't bother. I digress. 

We barely made their flight. Lucy and I had to wait at the gait until the plane left the ground and by the time we got home from JFK it was 9 am. Someone asked me if I was glad their leaving so I could have time to myself. NO, PEOPLE!!!!! T was a very hard goodbye and they had to say bye to Lucy. Who in earth wants a month off from their young kids?! Sheesh. Which leads me to--

2. Today was Jacobs first official day of residency. Amen and hallelujah that it's finally rolling because the past few months of anxious buildup has beaten our marriage into an unrecognizable pulp of which we may or may not recover. It's 9 pm and he's still gone. He's been assigned NICU and nursery this month. There are 20 newborns there today and he has to keep them and their post partum mamas happy. He readily agrees that having been at his own baby's birth was a huge help. I can't tease him anymore about being an imposter doctor. Which leads me to--

3. Man, this house is SO quiet with just me and Lucy. It reminds me of when Leah was this age and I wa home all day. She wanted to be entertained all the time, like Lucy, and I am reminded once more that I stink at being a stay at home mom. Lucy loves dogs this week and woofs all the time. She hides food she doesn't like and will sit on the floor and wave books until you read to her. Her brain is trying really hard to walk. It's painful for all of us. 

So how's a good time to visit me :). During one of my wallowing pity parties (Party of One, of course) I read a thing saying that gratitude changes your brain and writing about gratitude can actually improve mental health. I'm no writer and I have zero eloquence but I am 1) grateful for a few things and 2) capable of typing. So bear with me. 

Grateful for:

The vacuum and mop
The landlord
Spare keys hidden outside
Window A/C units
Walgreens
Really good kids
Ibuprofen
People that help me carry the stroller up the stairs when the elevator doesn't exist 
Free concerts
My friends in the primary presidency 
My ward where everyone shows up looking like they've been through war and I fit right in
Living near the ocean 
Education
My mom and siblings










Comments

Larri-Lea said…
I can't stand that your kids left for a month either, but I am SO GRATEFUL that they are such good kids. Credit being given to a great little mom they have. And the pictures are always so helpful to an absent grandma. Hooray that residency started - FINALLY!

It doesn't help that I read this post AFTER the events of the next post. So so sorry.

Loving you all Tons.
July 16, 2017 at 2:27 PM
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