Lately I have been racking my brain over some thing that didn't absolutely suck to put up here. I know I've been ignoring my blog for the most part since I've been home from school, after all I have only posted eight times in the month of May. ( By the way, Happy June.) And I feel rather terrible about it. After all, I'm sure all you avid readers get annoyed checking day after day to see if there is some new and exciting incite to my life. Probably praying I haven't written anything new and awkward about reproduction (don't worry, I have nothing new to say about that... not until school starts up again). And yet again and again you find nothing but the mundane, often erratic thoughts of the past few weeks. It's just that lately I haven't had anything new or exciting to write about. That or I come home simply to exhausted to catalog my thoughts, and instead just spend the evening talking to Alan so I can make another day without losing my mind. Now, too be honest, I still don't have too much to say without writing up a bunch of things I'm sure you'd rather not here. But I've had the past two weekends to relax, something thats been much needed, and I can finally think a little clearer.
For the most part coming home for summer has been less of a break than the term "summer break" implies. For those of you who don't know, I have no bedroom because Logan got that when I left. Now, there is still a bed in the room for me to use if I so chose... but to spend every night going to bed when Logan does, worrying about waking him up, or him waking me up, just doesn't sound very restful to me. So I sleep on the couch, which isn't all that restful either but it's better than not. The only other problem with sleeping on the couch is that all of my clothes cannot stay in the living room. So every night I have to go rescue my pajamas, and clothes for the next day out of Logan's room, before he goes to bed. Usually I'm good about remembering, but every once in a while I'll forget an article of clothing and have to hold my breath in the morning to sneak in and retrieve it, or go with out it. That obviously is a big difference from having a somewhat organized closet and I nice cushy loft back at school.
I also think that during the time I've been home my stomach has shrunk. Its not as though we don't have food, its just a very different style of eating than I had become accustomed to at Tech. My mom and Logan are more of grazers, who would prefer to eat little meals all day long. Jeremy, Mikey, Mike and I tend to enjoy heavy meals. With that combination, and everyone not usually being home for lunch, we tend to eat heavy dinners, or fast food. During the weekends when we're all home for lunch they tend to be very light and snacky- and later in the day. At work I eat light lunches of whatever I packed and parts of what ever I'm feeding the baby. That compared to school, its almost completely opposite. At Tech I consistently ate large lunches at 11:00. Usually these were really large salads, London broil, NY strip steak, or Pot Roast and lots of sides. Most of the time I ate meals that stuck to my sides, or that were very fresh and healthy. For dinner it was usually smaller- sweet potato fries, a sandwich, maybe some pizza or a taco, and at 5:00. Theres a very big difference between the two styles for sure, and I think that when I go back to Tech in August I'll have to get used eating there again as well.
The biggest difference between being at school (besides Logan of course) and home (which is also the thing I miss most), is being able go up to Alan's room at the end of everyday. I still get to talk to him everyday- which is always the highlight of my day. But sometimes when I have a rough day when absolutely nothing seems to be going right (or a week where thats the case, like the one which just ended) I really miss being able to go up and be wrapped in his arms, or watch him do his work, or in general just be around him. Because when I'm around him everything bad just absolutely melts away.
But of course summer will be over in a bit over two months now, and then I'll have to adjust again to a ridiculous schedule and really tough classes. I think it will be less stressful than home though, which is good because I don't need any more grey hairs.
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As I try to take a moment from my hectic life and crazy house to read this blog, I think of myself at your age. Working 50 hours a week to bring home a small pay check (much smaller than the one you are currently receiving for a 40 hour week) to provide food and diapers for you. I too would have small meals, if any, and would be too exhausted to think at the end of a rather hectic day.
Somehow I managed to muster enough energy each night to hold you in my arms and read to you, sing to you, and make YOUR life more comfortable...not mine.
Darling, I can already hear you telling me that having a baby at 18 was MY choice etc etc etc.
College is YOUR choice for your future and all the changes that come with that choice are yours.
It is funny to read this and see how crazy, hectic,and exhausting living in this house can be and yet the rest of us manage to get by. I would prefer less noise, stress, confusion and gray hairs as well but this is what it is. This is our home. This is what we have. This is ALL we have. I could stay home every day and play and not work and the rest of us would get by. I am 38 with a young baby and I work to continue to support you and your dreams and help pay for YOUR future.
I would love to have a big house and lots of space where everyone could fit all their things and feel like they belong. I would love to have a house I could fill with things that I like and I could entertain guests. I would like a home with completed walls and floors and carpets that didn't make me gag and want to punt a dog off the deck, but for the past 19 years, since I have had a home, I tried to fill it with the one thing could provide regardless of my income or time...and that is LOVE.
I have never had the dream house that all the girls my age have. The new furniture, the big yard, the new cars, the vacations. I have gone without in order to provide you with the things you seem to take for granted.
There was a time I went without meals so you could eat. There is now a time that I learn to graze and spend less on steaks and potatoes so you can have that meal plan that offers you such foods while you are away from me.
For years I have gone without a space to call my own or to put things that I would like to have so I can provide you kids with hundreds of toys, books, arts supplies and all the room for learning and exploration that helped pave the path to get you to Blacksburg in the first place.
I will continue to go without all the things I dream of just to see my kids get one step closer to their dreams.
When you have a hard day and a long day and a crazy day...
remember there are those of us that have had a million of those days and we keep trudging through them to provide for those we love...because that is the choice we made.
I love you forever Midget, please know that EVERYTHING I have is yours and when you feel as if you are lost and have no space in our home or you are more comfortable somewhere else, I am ok with that as long as you know you fill ALL the space in my heart and life and I have laid my life down for you! Please know that I suffer sometimes too and a dear friend of mine has said on many occasions (MARY) "Suffer silently...No one wants to hear it!"
Just kidding. Just know you are not alone in the way you feel. Take a moment to look around and see what YOU DO have and how hard Mike and I work to provide for you guys and APPRECIATE the sunshine when it comes. Gray hairs and clouds bring gloom.
Love,
Mere
It's tough growing up. Believe me when I say there will come a time when you will miss all the chaos of home. I do understand where you are coming from though. (My mom actually gave away the bed I was sleeping in and forced me to get an apartment with someone I barely knew.) Hang in there and remember you need your family and they will always love you! We love ya!
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