Shut up and eat your Halloween Candy....

The past 10 years have been a blur, really. I got divorced with truly no clue how I would support my kids and raise them to be competant, decent citizens of the world. I had no idea how I would work full time, remember when teacher conferences were, cook dinner in 20 minutes or less, have a love life, do the laundry, clean the house, shop for the holidays, remember birthdays, pay the mortgage, get my nails done, sew on a missing button, and get through each day.

Every morning I would get out of bed a little afraid and a little excited. Some days I pulled off the impossible and other days I sucked.

"MOM! MOM! Erin took my Polly Pocket!! MOM! MOM!what's for dinner???"

"Shut up and eat your Halloween Candy.....'

Balance? impossible. Sometimes stuff had to slide- missing homework, forgetting to schedule dentist appointments, a check bounced, I missed a deadline for a project for my boss because I was up all night with a sick child, you get the idea. I was mostly overwhelmed and exhausted. I look back and remember thinking that I was a failure and we would never survive.

But I was wrong.

Somehow we figured it out. Christmas shopping got done, cupcakes were made for the school bakesale, homework got checked, and immunizations were administered on schedule. Once, I remember calling my sister from the grocery store asking her how to cook a particular cut of meat that was on sale because I couldn't cook to save my life, thank God for her. I managed to love my work and I never got fired. Now, 10 years later, my kids are teenagers- and they are actully pretty neat folks too. Awwww they have their moments, but all in all, they turned out good. They need me less and less nowadays and it makes me sad, funny enough. I suppose I am suffering from being soon to be empty-nester and looking for the ME who got put on a shelf while I juggled life.

So here we are and where are you?

Gingersnap