The Plain Purple Balls
When I left Kaylee’s dad, I moved on December 15th. One might wonder why I moved out of my house the week before Christmas when we had a 4-year-old. Most people would try to “stay normal” until after the Christmas holidays for the sake of their children. My timing had less to do with me and more to do with the fact that he’d moved his girlfriend into our guest room on the 12th.
Transitions
I’ve had so many people ask me how the transition of Gregg being home has gone. This past weekend, while Gregg had drill in Alabama, the kids and I visited my parents in West Virginia. At church Sunday, their pastor asked me how married life was treating me – as if we were newlyweds. It made me laugh. It also made me want to share this.
Surviving Separation: Believing in an End
Since he’s been there, the United States economy began its decline. Jobs in Gregg’s market have been in serious decline and the 8000 mile separation seemed interminable. A contract end date would approach, no jobs would pop up, so Gregg would be forced to sign another contract and stay a few more months, and it would cycle all over again.
Johnathan turned three in May. As I post this, it’s August 12th, and we finally see an end.
Fun Friday: The Inside of My Purse
So, I’ve dubbed today “Fun Friday!” And, in a desperation to use as little creative energy as possible, we’re going to dissect Hallee’s purse.
What Do I Do for Entertainment?
I was talking to a friend the other day, and she mentioned something she’d seen on the television the night before. I said, “I haven’t watched television programming in two years.”
Our Curriculum
We use a combination of different curriculum resources for the children, and we do more than sit down daily and do book work.
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Thirty-nine years ago today, I was born. It seems very strange. I don’t feel like I’ve lived long enough, have enough authority to be, or have enough experience to claim thirty-nine years. I remember when my parents were my age, and they seemed completely in control, larger than life, in charge, and in authority. Inside, I often feel none of those things, and I wonder if my parents felt the same way as they approached landmark years.













