Vacation ending, projects at home
Sunday, August 05, 2012
Last Wed, my family and I returned home to a "repaired" home, which meant drying concrete in the holes to fix the foundation, dirt and some clay embedded into the concrete floors, dust on EVERYTHING. I am not a neat freak by any stretch of the imagination. 3 kids + dog + cats would have drummed that out of me even if I'd started out that way. Kicked butt Wed to get the furniture set back up, of course internet and directv had to be restored. My kids were a week and a half without roadblox, youtube, tv access. It was like an Oprah intervention to unplug :) I have to say we all got along much better than I had feared living in a 1 bedroom apt for that long. Anyway, Thursday dawned, still some cleaning up, of course and the drive to "go, go, go" fizzled a bit. I made a list, of course, of what still needed to be cleaned, wiped down, etc. It's now Sunday and a few things remain on the list. Sigh.
I told my younger kids that "when the house is fixed" my son could get a kitten and my daughter could get a puppy. Well, the kitten came home with us Wed from vacation. 2.5 hours driving with 3 kids in the car + a kitten in a cardboard box. At 70mph, I had to swerve around a hand truck in the middle of the road with very little advance warning. As I overcorrected, I pictured the car flipping over, humans propelling through the air, kitten ejected from its box landing with claws extended into human flesh. We were fine, albeit shaky hands for the next 10 miles or so. Wed evening, we picked up our beloved old labrador from the kennel. Her first experience in jail. She was so happy to see us, then by Thurs morning, she obviously wasn't feeling well, reacting to the stress of being boarded. By Sat, she was showing signs of improvement. Completing the "puppy" promise, we went to the local shelter for my daughter. Found a very sweet, maltese-poodle puppy about 2 months old. Not too wild. With 3 ADHD kids, I'll take as much calm from my pets as possible. We've had a hard and fast rule for years: 2 dogs, 2 cats, no more animals. Well, our old cat left for a month. Hence, my promise to get the kitten. Then, the old cat came back, after mom made the kitten promise. So, as we're registering to adopt the new baby critters, we now need a city permit for more than 4 animals. Ah! It's as if we're inching toward pet hoarders! 3 cats, 2 dogs.
Add in 3 kids, 2 full time working parents, cheerleading and soccer, and this fall is going to be busy!
Two weeks left of my summer before I go back to teaching full time, instead of internet courses and Saturday lab meetings. Need to repair cracks in the drywall from the house settling and repaint eventually most of the house. For now, planning to do my daughter's room and my son's. The oldest son, who claimed the living room as his room 4 years ago will finally get a wall and his own door! As that project is more involved, I'm trying not to overwhelm hubby with it just yet. Living in a college town, all contractors are crazy busy in August prepping for the new school year, too.
14 months ago, my husband moved out, saying he wanted to try a relationship with a girlfriend from high school he'd found on facebook. Heartbreak ensued for me, for the kids. 8 months ago, he said he wanted us to try again, and moved back home 3 months ago. Still so many emotions for me to process. I have a lurking uncertainty that the kids and I will prove too much for him to handle and he'll leave again. I find myself watching my words and actions: if I complain, will he go again? Naturally, resentment festers: how do I find my equilibrium and be myself? For almost 30 years, he's been my best friend, my one constant human. So much of that connection is being restored, rebuilt. Still so much to figure out.