Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Inafunk

That's my new word. Go on, say it out loud. Slur it all together. Inafunk. Doesn't that just about describe it all? Yep, I'm Inafunk. Blech. So, to try to jumpstart my way out of my funk, I'm going to list some good things that have happened lately....

  • My sister had her baby last Friday morning. I got to be there for the whole thing. It was amazing and exciting and scary. And not as icky as I imagined. It was hard to see her in pain, but okay because I knew what the end result of it would be. And he is here, safe and sound, and she is okay too. Corin Elias _____ 8lbs, 2 oz, 20 inches long. He has an aunt who loves him very much already. The hardest part about the whole day was the end of it...when they plopped him on her belly, and then they scooped him back up, cleaned him off, gave him a bit of oxygen, weighed him, measured him, put him under the heat, then wrapped him up and handed him to Daddy....all this while I only got to watch. What??! I don't get to hold the new baby? Mommy got stitched up and then she held him, then Daddy held him again and then finally, FINALLY, I got to hold the creature that made me an aunt. Ugh. That whole part of not being the one on the bed, delivering the baby, not being the one to hold him first, yeah, that part was not fun. But I'm making up for that time now. :)
  • God gave me a little blessing. My sister started her labor on the 24th. I got in the car to go with them to the hospital at the very time that one year ago I discovered the emails that showed me that my husband was having an affair. I have dreaded the 24th's arrival for the past several weeks, and God saw my mounting pain. My sister wasn't due until August 1st. So all that day, the day when I would have sat at home, remembering and hurting again, He gave me someone else's pain to focus on. And it was freeing and healing. And now when I think of the 24th/25th of July, it will be because of the birth of my nephew, and not for any other reason. God is good. Can I get an Amen?
  • My kids built a blanket fort this morning, and I could hear them in the other room, giggling and playing nicely together. I have good kids. My 6 year old is such a great big sister, and my 21 month old is so funny. I have been blessed beyond all measure when it comes to them. I love being a mom. Most days.
  • I found out a few hours ago that my older of the two younger brothers is coming to town for a week. Oh how I have missed having him around. I'm thrilled that he is coming.
  • Never got a chance to post about the week in VA. Hope to, but one thing happened that may sound like a funny thing to be thankful for. My grandma (mamaw) died while we were down there. She had lung cancer, and we knew she didn't have much more time, so we weren't surprised, but it was still sooner than we expected. I got a chance to say goodbye to her, Emilie came in and held her hand and talked to her some, and my mom was able to be there right to the end. I am so glad I decided to go to VA after all, and so glad that I was able to say goodbye. We were able to attend the viewing and the funeral, and I was also able to help my mom and her siblings clean up and clear out my mamaw's house.
  • Tossing this in for no other reason than that it just crossed my mind....I have a good dog. He'll be 2 next month, and he is a miniature schnauzer. He came already house-trained, never chews the kids' toys, and doesn't shed. He is cute and sweet and good-natured. Perfect dog for us.

Okay, feeling less inafunkish now. I should do that more often. Off to do more laundry, finally do those dishes, and figure out dinner.

4 comments:

Janelle... said...

I am glad you are less "inafunk" after that list. I find that paying attention to the little things in life makes you happier about life in general...and makes you appreciate everything. Glad to see I'm not too far off!

Cheryl said...

Hi..you sent me an email but I can't find an email to reply. Please send me a way to reply. I'd love to talk to you about SLAH.

Heather said...

I've been meaning to reply since you left a comment for me, but it has been one of those weeks. I can't find an email address for you, so this will be a long comment.

After reading all your blog, I'm amazed at how similar your situation is to my sister's a few years ago.

She learned via phone message that her husband had a relationship with someone from work.

She was hurt and angry, but decided to work on the marriage. She arranged counseling, but he wouldn't go or, if he did, he gave it a half-assd attempt, such as doing assignments that required introspection in the parking lot five minutes before the session.

Throughout the marriage, she did all the work. They built a house and she did all the work involved, she did all the housework, all the fix-it jobs, bills, etc., etc. When he got a substantial bonus, he bought a motorcycle instead of repaying my parents the money they loaned them for the house. He even had an addiction (porn instead of gambling) and came from a dysfunctional family.

Ultimately, she ended up leaving with a clear conscious. She knew she did everything in her power to "fix" things, but marriage just wasn't right for them anymore.

Now, a few years later, she has a husband who dotes on her. He is a romantic who treats her like a queen. They are expecting their first child this week and she couldn't be happier. Her husband actually wrote the ex a thank you note for letting her go! How funny is that!

Her ex was in her city for work once and she met him for coffe. He remarried and he and his new spouse fight all the time and he has to do all the real-life work. He regretted how he acted and seemed to realize he had let a good thing slip away.

So, I guess I'm saying that if the time comes to leave, you'll know it in your heart. And there are men out there who will appreciate and cherish you, so don't be afraid of that. You are stronger than you know. I wish you all the best in this difficult time.

Heather said...

And thanks for the tip on dog breeds. We have 2 cats so no shedding is a plus. Perhaps I'll cave when the kids are old enough to help with the care.