Just the ramblings of a crazy Mom of two beautiful girls (and YaYa to many children that I adore) navigating through my snafu'd life. This blog is my way of 'clearing the cobwebs' and trying to maintain my sanity.
I have a chaotic life full of kids, rebuilding after our house burnt, coffee, my best girls, mornings in my breezeway, blogging, a full time job, screaming kids, laundry, remodeling, Asperger's/OCD Big'K, mowing, taking the trash out, Bipolar w/psychosis and RAD Lil'K, a crazy family, more kids thrown in the mix, bad plumbing, laughing until I pee my pants, electrical malfunctions, and everything else the Big G thinks He needs to throw at me on this ride we call life, all the while trying to survive being a single mother. Because let's face it...every day that I wake up, I am outnumbered!
everyone wants to find their soul mate. but what do you do when your soul mate is a woman?and you are too. does being your soul mate mean that that's the person you're supposed to be with? that you're supposed to marry them? i'm not trying to head into the 'life partner' section of things. i don't bat for that team. i'm a guy's girl. not a girl's girl. my soul mate just happens to be female. whatdayado?
so the other night we are at my uncle's house. having a halloween party. and my cousin. my bestest cousin, August, says to me..."Did you bring your wife to the party?" me? i laugh. August? she was halfway serious. but not really. my wife? she just busts into hysterics. and grabs my hand and says "why yes. yes she did!"
let me preface by saying i am NOT married. iDO NOT have a wife. i don't have a husband either. i just have kids. and my person. now...about my person...
ok. i get it. i know we're weird. and i know a lot of people don't understand us. but everyone has that person right? the person that is your person. the person you can't live without talking to on a daily basis. the person that knows the most about you out of all your friends. but would never tell a soul what they know. not even if they were super pissed. the person that knows so much about you they could sink you. but they wont. ever.
that person to me is my BFF. i've referred to her on here quite a few times. i have a ton of best friends. a ton of cousins and family. but she is my person. i have other friends that are close on other levels and to other degrees. and by no means are they not a crucial part of my life.
our relationship is unique. we are more like a married couple than her and Juice are. it just happens. when it's us and the kids we bicker at each other in public like we're married. and have a tendency to be too comfortable with each other. we touch too much. and laugh too much. we 'us' and 'our' too much. all the kids call us mom. or 'other mother'. we hate other people in our space. i have a bubble. and you don't belong in it. but with each other...the bubble doesn't exist. at all. we think the same. we don't have to even say anything sometimes. we can just look. and know. we spend hours on the phone. talking? not always. sometimes we just sit there. or we will be on the computers, im'ing each other and on the phone. just to have each others input. even if that input is silence. it's a comfort thing.
i know. we. are. weird.
but hey. it's us.
i'm bringing all this up because right now she's stressed. which means i'm stressed. sometimes it sucks to be so connected to people. really. i'm having sympathy poops. that doesn't happen you say. seriously?? it happens. trust me. so right now we are on pins and needles. see the most perfect house is on the chopping block. it would be a rental/lease. but i think it's a place they could stay in. could eventually buy. and stay. longterm. what does this house mean? it means she's closer to me. yay me!!! (shut it! i can be selfish). but it also means a new start. a smaller ISD for the kids. and the possibility that Juice may not have to go overseas again. so all in all...it's a good thing. and right now we are waiting. well...she is waiting. but i am waiting too. sickening. and her and i...we talk things out. that's how we work. so here i am. talking it out. with you. my 'other' people.
Just a mom of two kids. Big K and Lil K. Who make me loco on a daily basis. I have a ton of other kids that call me 'YaYa'. They are my 'stray cats' as my great aunt refers to them. Once you start feeding them they won't go away...and apparently i'm a great cook!
The things I say will not always make sense. I am funny. I am sarcastic. I am educated. (Sometimes I forget this and the ghettoredneckcoonass comes out. I cannot help it. Hushitup!) I am a smartass. I do not sleep a lot. I may be off color at times. I am also harmless. You may not get my style and that is not my fault. This blog is not meant to be anything other than my thoughts. What I say belongs to me and at the end of the day...it's just words. Get over yourself. If you are offended, go away. You have been warned...