The kids and I had a very enjoyable weekend. Although, as much as I hate to say it, I will be glad to have a break from them. Right or wrong, I feel deep down inside that I am a better mom because I work. I am always amazed at single parents. In the past, I would always comment on how I wouldn't be able to do it. Well, I guess you would be surprised at what you can do because now I am a single parent, at least half of the time now.
Anyway, the kids and I drove around town on Saturday night, looking at Christmas lights. I even let them drink hot chocolate in the van. Talk about living on the edge.
Today they had their Christmas program at church. It was pretty cute. I had to laugh when one of the little girls up in the front row started to pick her nose. I guess she was a little hungry too. Now that is something my kids would do. I guess just not today.
It is weekends like these that I really start to miss my H. Or at least the H that I married. I don't really know the man that he has become anymore. I long to share these cherished moments or little stories with him. I miss cuddling up with him on the couch or spooning in bed. I miss his voice, smile, and touch. But come to think of it, even before he moved out, I hadn't seen any of this in a long time. I was too wrapped up in my own little world to pay the missing pieces much attention. I thought it was just a rough patch or bump in the road that we needed to get through. Boy, was I wrong. It is more like the Grand Canyon rather than a bump in the road. And the bridge to the other side has to be built by the two of us. It is just too bad that only one of us sees how beautiful it can be if we choose to get to the other side together.
Me & H: 33 yrs S: 4 & 6 D: 2 M: 9 yrs ILYBNILWY: 8/09 SEPARATED: 9/09 The Beginning