Italy, here we come?
After thirty-four years of marriage and three children, my job is done. My last child graduated high school, is working full-time and has moved out. Now what? Ever since I was a child all I wanted to do was be a mommy. I never really planned for them to grow up and leave me. I put all of my hopes and dreams into them. Now I must carve out a life for myself.
My co-worker and I are planning a trip to Italy. We have chosen the cities we want to visit and the tour company we are going to use. The original trip was set for late October. We still need to order our passports. October is three months away and so far we have saved $34.00. Needless to say, we have changed the pending trip to June of next year. She has come up with a couple ways to raise money. In my mind I see Lucy and Ethel in the chocolate factory.
In the mean time, I am going to do some remodeling projects at my home. I want to repaint all of the rooms and change the flooring in the kitchen and the extra bedroom. I am pretty sure I am going to be using my Italy money to fund these projects.
For Christmas I received a gift certificate for yoga from my good friend. We made plans to go after the holidays. I’m embarrassed to say I thought of an excuse NOT to go for the next three months. She finally stopped asking me. Six months later I finally went and I loved it!
I didn’t enjoy the mirrors that covered the walls. Boy, do I look out of shape. I tried to avoid eye contact with myself. As soon as I got down on my mat I began wondering if I would be able to get off the floor when it was all over.
I couldn’t tell you the name of any of the positions that the in structor taught. I was concentrating on my breathing the entire time. Apparently, I have been breathing wrong for the last 52 years. I also found that I hold my breath, when I am not breathing in and out my mouth.
I made it through the entire hour with some difficulty. At the end of the session the instructor gave us each essential oil to rub on our feet. She covered our eyes with a mask containing lavender. Needless to say, I was so relaxed I drifted off to sleep. She announced that the session was over. For a minute I was confused where I was. I knew I wasn’t at home because there wasn’t a dog laying on me. Somehow, I managed to get up off the mat by myself. Wow, I didn’t realize this yoga thing would work so fast! I’m almost positive without this yoga session, I wouldn’t have been able to get up with out help from my friend.
I knew I would be sore the next day but I sure wasn’t expecting it to be my wrist and ankles. After breathing correctly for the entire day even my lungs hurt. You know you are out of shape when even your lungs are sore. With that said, I am looking forward to going again next week.
Raising kids is no picnic. Luckily, my three survived my blundering attempts at parenting. My role model was Rosanne Barr’s character, Rosanne Conner. They all turned out with a delightful sense of humor. My daughter always wanted a step-parent. We gave her the answer that we gave her for everything. “We’ll see.” One day she came home from school extremely excited. “We had a step-teacher today!” she exclaimed. Problem solved. She never talked about step-parents again.
My daughter is the oldest. She is four and a half years older than her brother. She is twelve years older than her little brother. If you do the math the brothers are seven years apart. When I found out I was pregnant with my youngest, we sat them down to tell them. My older son had just learned how babies were made several months earlier when we learned a friend was pregnant. As we told him of the upcoming birth of the baby, he looked at both of us with disgust asked stated accusingly, “YOU DIDN’T?!?” My daughter who was in middle school at the time, forbid me from coming to the school. She didn’t want her classmates knowing what we did.
My youngest was never a child, he was a cross between a teenager and an adult. His first toy was a hammer. Not a fisher price hammer but an actual hammer. He could pound nails as a two year old. This is what I believe made him the hard worker he is today. He also loved making money. He would go to work with me as a four and five year old. I worked at a Garden Center that was owned by my parents. He was a bookmaker. I know what you are thinking but not like that. He would draw pictures, staple them together and sell them to whoever he could convince to buy them. As he got older he had more money making schemes. I came home from work one day to find a sign on my garage that said ‘TOP SOIL FOR SALE’. What? We don’t have topsoil for sale. Then I saw the shovel in the yard and a big hole. I guess we do. Soon he starting melting crayons down and putting them in ice cube trays. When he took them out they would be multi-color crayons. He actually was selling them at school and was taking orders from the kids. In middle school he started buying large quantities of gum and selling them to his friends.
My older son was always a hyper little guy. We decided to put him sports to maybe direct his energy in a more positive way. He was a very gifted from t-ball all the way through college soccer. There was a time that we worried about him. My friend went with me to the doctor’s office. My daughter had an appointment. She sat out in the lobby with my oldest son (who at the time was my youngest son). She said she looked over at him and he was chewing gum. She asked him where he got it. He pointed under a table and said, “This is my first time.”
What do we do when our children grow up and leave us? Stayed tuned.
Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Paula. I am 52 years old. I have been married for thirty-four years. I have three grown children. My daughter is 30. My oldest son is 26 and the baby, (he hates that I still call him that), is 19. I don’t have any grandchildren yet but I have four granddogs. Two we have adopted to go along with the two dogs we already have. I also have one cat. He is my cat . In his more youthful years he would follow me where-ever I would go. I would go to the bathroom, he would be sitting outside. That is unless he could get the door open. I would go to the neighbors and he would be sitting on the porch waiting for me. Ok so he was a stalker. I called him my boyfriend-cat. He was purrfect. He never argued or talked back. He was a great cuddler and never ask for anything more. He is getting on in years so he would rather be left alone.
My husband has not been able to work for several years so I have been working two jobs. My typical day would be to get up at dark-thirty, shower, go work, get off work, go to my next job, go home, go to my room, dinner is optional. My hobbies include correcting others grammar, watching endless hours of television, reading until I fall asleep and the book hits me in the face, annoying my children (they say I ask too many questions) and wasting hours of my day on my tablet.
This morning when I was leaving my house, I missed the last step and fell down. Now normally when I fall down (yes this has happened before) I jump up and look around to make sure no one saw me. My husband, we will call him Cliff, (because that’s his name), walks me out every morning. He asked if I was ok. My response was, “Quick help me up. I’m going to be late for work.” As I’m limping to my car I realize I fell right where the dogs use the bathroom. I quickly feel my clothes and sniff them. I’m good to go. Amazingly, I did not wet my pants. Ladies, you know what I’m talking about.
One of my jobs is at a day care. I love my job. Everyday day is something new and different. I love the humor of children. They may not even be trying to be funny. One morning a six year old said to me, “Miss Paula, you are smarter than you look.” It’s hard to keep a straight face when they are so serious. Last week a seven year old was absent one day. When I asked him where he was he said he was sick. I asked if he was vomiting, he said no. So I asked if he had diarrhea. (Remember my kids said I ask too many questions.) He said, “Miss Paula, I’m too young to have diarrhea. Oh….no that’s puberty”.
That is it for this week. Have a blessed week and be safe.