I feel like a freaking seven-year-old girl watching Frozen, decked out in her Princess dress. I had a freaking awesome day, first one in a long, long, yes long time.
I have been exhausted lately. The new schedule, new job, life, Kiddo and his weird sleep patterns and the regular thoughts running through my mind and duh…how could I forget – the stupid kitchen sink also.
But then I got today.
Kiddo stays with Pap on Saturdays thus I can sleep in a bit on Sundays. Thankfully, no snow thus no snow shoveling crew at 5:30 am to wake me up. I was going to skip church and sleep. Nope, I woke up and could not go back to sleep. Pap and I text about what time he is bringing Kiddo over and we finally settle on us just meeting at church. Ha, this dude offered to go to church with us again. It may have been wrong of me because I knew the topic of the day – Fix My Broken Marriage. Pap had no idea what was in store for him.
We get Kiddo situated in children’s church and I get a cup of coffee and go find myself a seat while Pap goes to the loo. Since we had this conversation already, he knows not to sit next to me. Which too, is awesome. Finally, something I said is sticking in his head.
There was a guest speaker, who is a psychologist and has counseled many people with relationship issues. I shook my head and laughed at all the appropriate times and then he said, “all relationships experience wounds due to various reasons, one may be from “family of origin”. Smile on my face. My Divorce group therapy is colliding with my Sunday morning – synchronicity.
A few months back, I would have cried throughout the service (it has happen) because of my marriage failure. I have wanted to hear all of this marriage series, not because I want to get back with Pap (its about 60 – 40 now in favor of brain and heart in sync that that ship has sailed), but because I am working on myself and preparing me for my next relationship.
The message clearly affected Pap; I could see he had been crying. No tears for me. I took copious notes and felt good that I was on the right track of healing after the infidelity and divorce. BUT….the amount of pleasure I received from seeing Pap’s emotional state from message is just wrong. Borderline evil. I am smiling as I type this. Karma is a MF’er. Hahaha.
Anyhoo…still smiling that smile that is so wrong.
Kiddo and I go pick up my mom and she watches him while I make a Target run. Evil Target, I go in with a list and that is shot to hell. Do they pump oxygen in that place to make everyone spend more money?
Kiddo and my mom are at park and I meet them with Kiddo’s little bike and helmet. He loved it. I push him around all the while my body is reminding me that being bent over pushing a toddler on a bike is not proper posture. Good thing after about 15 minutes he was done and we moved on to the slides.
Kiddo rode the big kid swing today all by himself. He totally loved it. My little dude is growing up. Then we went to play in the dirt. Yes, he is finally of age to get dirty. Yippee! I copped a squat and we filled his dump truck with dirt and he delivered the dirt to another spot. It was just great.
Then it was home, wash up and off for Indian food. Kiddo loves Indian and he ate a lot. Awesome, cause he has that two-year-old molar thing going on and some days he just will not eat at all.
We take my mom home and Kiddo falls asleep, that deep sleep, in the car and mommy now has free time. I am going to pour a glass of wine and watch Grey’s Anatomy. Today was freaking awesome.
P.S. Thinking about another tattoo. A butterfly – but not a cheesy girlie one in a lame spot on body. Let’s see if it will take me a year to get it.