But at least the pool temperature was 20 degrees warmer than the air temperature.
“all I remember is your back
Walking towards the airport, leaving us all in your past
I traveled fifteen hundred miles to see you
Begged you to want me, but you didn’t want to
But piece by piece he collected me
Up off the ground where you abandoned things, yeah
Piece by piece he filled the holes
That you burned in me at six years old
And you know,
He never walks away
He never asks for money,
He takes care of me
He loves me
Piece by piece he restored my faith
That a man can be kind and a father could… stay”
In a month we will celebrate (although you really should get credit for the 3.5 years we dated….just saying) 20 years of being married to a man that could have chosen to leave any number of crazy messy it’s not what I thought my life worth I’d be times…
He fought my history of my father leaving because of my mother’s drinking when I was six. He (my father) chose to his new posting half way around the world without my sister and me to leave us with someone that he knew should not be responsible for children (as that was why he left her) but because that was the way things were done back then….my relationship with my father was letters and summers…(btw, I can’t imagine Hugh ever coping out to “how things were done”. He would have been involved then even if our marriage fell apart – what was socially acceptable within the confines of the us service be damned)
Add in that we’ve had a child that required so much.
The man I’m married to not only rocks the divide and conquer, he also coached any team our kids needed.
I didn’t make sticking it out easy for him, I’m ashamed to admit. The statics of divorce among special needs parents and then my history.
But he stayed.
And you know what??? He’s my still my favorite person on the planet to chill with. When we can. 😂
Such a lifetime from the bathroom on the base where my mother told me that my father was leaving….
I am dumbfounded he chose to stay. But I am so very grateful he did.
He is now a part of the high school class of 2020.
I can’t believe it.
He’s at the big school next year…..heck, it’s what I used to say when he and I would drop the big kids at Shaffer and stop for a yellow bagel with white butter (plain bagel and cream cheese never cut never toasted) and then he went to see Miss Chris….soon you will be at the big school buddy….
You know you are a special needs momma when your “recents” list has you chatting more with your chronic care nurse than your husband….
We were trying to button up a GI procedure for d that also included a bunch of “rounding out the medical file” testing Dr N has been wanting for years…
Unfortunately, Mr Dan threw a wrench in the massive coordination by picking up some upper respiratory gunk.
So we are at least two more weeks out. 😕
This is the exact wrong thing to do.
Danny has never slept well. Technically he is a “short sleeper”
Ironically, he is happiest and sleeps best when all five of us go on a trip and share a hotel room.
Since November I’ve been camping out on Dannys floor.
It started after the seizure.
Then we had the nightmare that was iron supplementation because of the anemia.
Then it became busy season.
Danny sleeps better when he can hear his momma snore. 😂😂
But I’m old and tired of sleeping on the floor.
So, after talking with Hugh today, I spent the morning moving the guest bed from the basement to our room
That way should Danny decide in the middle of the night he needs to sleep close to mom, I still get to sleep in a bed. He comes to us rather than me going to him. It’s worth a shot, anyway.
I know, I can totally feel the judgement. Luckily the ladies that were my most behaviorially slanted now have their own families…..and understand how golden a full night’s sleep actually is.
By the time we get back, we will be 20 hours away from the house. It’s exhausting and the perfect amount of time to actually let it all go. My not so inner control freak will put it all down completely when we are gone knowing that there is nothing I can’t undo if Danny begins to become frustrated tomorrow.
I’m still amazed that the planets aligned for our 14 hours in Vegas.
And the Bamboo Pool at the Cosmopolitan totally lived up to its reviews.