Sarcasm

My husband's sense of humor is filled with sarcasm. I don't mind it, I've gotten use to it, heck I've come to expect it and enjoy it sometimes. It's usually not nasty sarcasm so it's OK. I mention this so that you know that I am quite familiar with sarcasm and can recognize it a mile away.

Well, apparently my blog life has a mind of its own... and it's sarcastic. I mean one day I create a blog called "Loving the Simple Life" and the next day all heck breaks loose! Sarcastic -or maybe it's more ironic... anyway. I mean still in the grand scheme of things and some of the things I've seen and lived with in my life, this "heck" that broke loose wasn't that bad. It wasn't that bad overall because I still had one of the corner stones of my "simple life" well in place supporting me - a loving stable (though sarcastic) husband. I've had the opposite kind of "support" in my life before and, well, it not only makes for not-so-fun complexities in seemingly simple everyday life activities, it also makes going through "heck" 10 times worse.

So I do love my simple life but in reality life still happens and often times it ain't so simple. I'm not a pessimist but I am human and sometimes it is hard not to worry and wonder about "what could go wrong." I see dear friends put through trials that when we were younger just happened "to other people." Having been through trials myself, I know these have a place in our lives and really do make us stronger... eventually. But when we are in them? In the worst most ugly part of them? The why and even the how of survival is inconceivable... and feels unacceptable. And for people who see their loved ones go through such trials, it also feels unacceptable. This "stuff", whatever it is, happens to "other" people, like people on TV, etc. but not to us. But it does happen... and it hurts.

Wow tangent! Anyway, I guess that's what blog journaling is sometimes- yes I love my simple life but overall life is not so simple all the time. I mean all the great planning and "perfect" decisions in the world sometimes still don't end up how we hoped. To quote my deceased, dirty Irish grandpa Jack "Once you think you get things figured out, God's going to change it on you anyway." I think having a great foundation -family, faith, and friends - is what helps us endure and hopefully, eventually prosper. I know it makes the world of difference for me. Sometimes I'm not so great at tapping into those resources in my life, but eventually I remember that they are there and figure out I can't do all this on my own without them.

So maybe that's enough philosophizing for now (you hope so don't you!?)... I mean I don't want to scare you off just after 2 posts. So here's a highlight of the past few weeks -

• Lots of excessive unnecessary planning for my son's 3rd birthday and the 3 very small celebrations that went with it.
• My dear sweet, but often neglected-after-Jack-arrived, Hector kitty fell very ill. After a couple days and over 10 hours of multiple vet and emergency animal hospital visits, most of which happened late at night, we made the decision to put sweet silly Hector to sleep. He was seriously the most kind, gentle and yes simple cat a family could have had. Over the past 3 years there were several times that Jack probably deserved a nasty scratch or nip from Hector, but he never once fought back against Jack's over enthusiasm about, well, everything. He was 16 years old so deciding to let Hector go wasn't so hard, but feeling guilty about not taking him in to the vet sooner or being more attentive to him over the past 3 years is often times heavy on my heart. Miss you Hector kitty!
• Construction on our dining room remodel started -Jack and I went out of town for the 1st week of demolition. Of course all the Hector stuff happened leading up to this and then Jack got sick. I was spent beyond belief with late night pet hospital visits and lack of sleep worrying about Hector. But we trudged off to my parents house in South Dakota and we were both well taken care of. Jack had tons of fun with Grandma while I caught up on sleep. The 2nd trimester "honeymoon" is definitely over and has been replaced with 3rd trimester aches, pains and exhaustion. Anyway we had a wonderful time as usual at Grandma and Grandpa's house.
• Oh yeah and I lost weight. I mean normally this is a great thing, something I'd been working on doing for a few years. But I suppose when you are pregnant it is not such a good thing - well, not good to loose a pound a week for 2 weeks in a row. Before that I had been gaining at a slow but steady acceptable rate for pregnancy. Hopefully it was just the stress of everything going on and will not continue -well at least not right now :) I already can't eat huge meals so eating in between meals is important. I do believe that I gained 3 lbs during the 4 days I was visiting my parents so I think I'll be OK!
• And Jack turned 3. As a lot of my friends have attested to, some sort of switch is turned when your child turns 3 and they go a bit crazy. And apparently not just for a while, but for most of the year from age 3 to 4. Extra tantrums, bossiness, etc. -Jack's has mostly manifested itself in the form of crying sessions. They last anywhere between 10 minutes and 45 minutes and you can't rush them...."my still to sad mommy". They are the most fun when they happen as we are trying to get ready for preschool in the morning. Oh yeah -or when we planned a nice birthday dinner. Some friends say their previously "easy" child is now a nightmare. We've had a head start here I think, so it's been rough but, honestly, some things have been rough for a while with my emotional, overly physical, little guy!
• Oh oh I thought of one more - Jackie is in his "new" bedroom (previously just his playroom) sleeping in his big boy bed! So far the transition has gone seamlessly. I expect there will be issues once he gets brave enough to get out of his BIG big boy bed on his own when he wakes up or in the middle of the night (it is kind of a big bed... he needs a step stool to climb into it!) John and I put a lot of work into making his "new" bedroom special (painting, fun wallies boarder that matches his bedspread, new bed, etc.)

Well that's the majority of what has gone on since I disappeared from my blog. I guess I might end up being "one of those" bloggers that only updates every few weeks. We'll see :) I think no matter what for a blog takes, it still has value. I'll try to add some pictures later (hopefully not 2 weeks later). Looking at the list, obviously the heck that broke loose here wasn't that bad other than poor Hector and all those dr. visits. Everything just happened at once, which is overwhelming especially to a 7 month prego like me.

Speaking of which... OMG I'm going to have another baby in just 2 months! I mean probably more like in 8 weeks! I'm feeling quite excited and sentimental about it (last pregnancy/ baby and all) and nervous mostly just about the transition for Jack and what that means for all of us. I better go organize some stuff or at least makes some lists... it makes life feel more simple and in control. Then again, a good nap can have the same affect sometimes too.