The hubbs and I have been married twenty-seven years this weekend. Together twenty-eight years, we met at my very first job right out of college, we were lab partners. Working third shift right out of college in a town I knew nothing about and the only person I knew was my roommate a friend from college. The hubbs and I were friends and lab partners first, we ran the same test in the lab.
Love at first sight. . .
It was love at first sight for me, not sure about my hubby. We hung out as friends those first several months and then we had a “date.” We still argue of what is and is not a date. He says what I considered a date was not really a date. I do love what he considered our first date. He took me to dinner and then on a horse and buggy ride in October, so we got to snuggle. A true romantic at heart, he will never admit that though and I am perfectly fine with that.
Hope for the future. . .
I hope that my husband and I have shown our boys what real love is about. We argue and we fight but we also compromise and make up. We work together to keep house and make our house a home. During this virus quarantine he has really come through with taking care of our family. I have been working night shift from home and he makes me dinner before I have to go downstairs to the office and log on. He also has been doing most of the cooking and making sure the boys are doing their school work.
Marriage and the quarantine . . .
We have been shelter in place long before the governor made it so. The hubbs and I knew it was the best practice to keep our family safe. These next few weeks will be trying, keeping the boys occupied and keeping ourselves from going stir crazy. Someone said that these circumstances bring out the true character of someone. It can make someone who is generous be more generous or it can make someone that is a jerk be more of a jerk. I have seen the true character of my hubby and it is someone that is generous, caring, and very talented in all that he does. I hope that my boys will follow his lead growing up and growing into young men.
Conclusion . . .
We will celebrate quietly tonight as a family our twenty-seven years together: no fan fare, no exotic trip, no large group of friends, just the four of us. That is what being on quarantine means. This is what you do to keep those you love safe. Please stay safe and stay at home to keep everyone safe.
This is the product of being at home almost two weeks with: my husband (cooking all the time) and my two teenage boys eating all the time. And here we go. . .
What is going on????
What is going on in this world? People think just because their kids are out of school and they are on furlough or work from home order that they can pack up and go to the beach. Why would you do that, why would you put yourself and others at risk by going out of town to stay where you do not know anyone or have any family near by? What happens if you get sick then your family is stuck where they do no know anyone and have no help for your kids if you get put in the hospital? What happens when your hometown goes on lock down and you cannot get back to your home, family, pets you may have left?
Folks you need to wake up. . .
Folks you need to wake up and realize that this is not a vacation it is a serious issue. My husbands Bass club plans to have a fishing tournament two hours away in an area that has many cases of this virus and has been on lock down longer than we have. My husband is not going nor is his brother, they have a little more sense and wives with more sense than that. The shelter at home orders are for everyone’s safety. This is not a time to go visit older relatives, this not the time to pack up the family and go to the beach. My husband and I have been on shelter in place since March 17th, that was when I started working from home full-time. I work with the Organ Donor organization for our State, we started our precautions to protect employees as well as: doctors, nurses, donors, donor families, and recipients. The boys have been on lock down since they both have been home from school.
What I would like to see. . .
What I would like to see come out of this Pandemic is, people starting to care about someone other than themselves. I am tired of hearing about the poor seniors that did not get this or that how about we start caring about those that are sick and dying and worry about how we can keep everyone safe and healthy all that other stuff can be done when this is over. I would like to hear how the Senior class of 2020 is going to do something to help the folks affected by this pandemic not hear them, “oh woe is me.” It is not even the kids that really care about it, it’s the parents that are crying about it.
I will get off my soap box now. . .
Yes, it is sad that the Seniors may not get their graduation in a timely manner and they may not get a Prom. Let’s look at the BIG picture and think about the lives that are saved because they stayed home. I am sad my sons’ did not get to have a complete season of lacrosse and bless Sprat’s heart he has had two seasons cut short. Life happens and it does not always go the way we would like it to go. My prayers through all of this are that God is watching over our young people and that we make it through this and we are better for it in the end.
We are sheltering in place, not because we have to, but because it is logical. When faced with the possibility of the spread of a virus like this one, it makes sense to limit contact with others. I am an introvert so, this is not as difficult as it sounds. The boys are having a little harder time with it all. They have gone out just to ride around and get some fresh air, I have threatened them within inches of their lives if they go anywhere to visit right now. They went out yesterday and Sprat took some pictures of two fields near our house and sent them to his “friend” in MA. The closest field to the friend is apparently a good little stretch in MA. I had to giggle just a little, the things we take for granted.
PE in the COVID 19. . .
The boys have both been out every day a couple times a day to throw and play wall ball (lacrosse). They are keeping their skills for the next season of Lax, whenever that might be. The hubbs has been practicing his gardening skills, he bought me some celery plants and has planted potatoes. We have radishes and peas to plant also. We have onions in the ground already from the winter.
Life does go on. . .
The hubbs is home until further notice, I am still working but from home. The boys are still doing school work and practicing their lacrosse skills. They are sometimes testing my patience. The one thing this “pandemic” has done is bring us all a little closer. Our family dinners around the table had sort of gone away, we all had somewhere to be but, with this virus none of us have anywhere to be but here. There is always a plan, nothing happens by chance, perhaps this is the message we should be taking away from all of this. Be home with your family, take care of your family, love your family.
When I was in school and we talked about journalism and news reporters we talked about bias. We were taught that reporters reported facts not their own opinions. It did not matter what their feelings were on the subject they were reporting they did not interject their opinion. I know I sound like I am 100 years old but, I am not. It has only been in recent years that the media has lost sight of reporting fact.
“And that’s the way it is. . . “
That was the sign off for one of the most respected men in journalism, Mr Walter Cronkite. I wish more reporters would strive to be as honorable and forth right as Mr Cronkite. He gave you the facts without his opinion or personal commentary. There was no wondering if what he was reporting was the truth or not, you could trust him. These days I have no trust for any reporter, lying and stretching the truth has become part of the job description.
Reporters today . . .
Reporters today are trying to sensationalize everything just to get the rating points. It seems the more of a frenzy they can whip up the better it is for their job performance. What ever happened to reporting the truth? What happened to giving the public the facts of a story?
Case and Point. . .
The Coronavirus is a perfect example of the media blowing everything out of proportion. Some idiot on Facebook was telling everyone from a news source that there are 100,000 cases the Coronavirus in the United States. That is false per the CDC web site as of March 13th there were 1,629 cases affecting 46 States. Of the 1,629 cases 1,362 are under investigation so they are not even positive cases yet. https://www.cdc.gov/coronavirus/2019-ncov/cases-in-us.html There are 41 deaths due to the virus but let us put that into perspective; flu deaths are estimated, per the CDC, between 20,000-52,000. Those deaths are from October 1, 2019-February 20, 2020. Think about that, why is the media not reporting that?
Conclusion. . .
In conclusion, please do your own research before you believe anything that you see or hear anywhere. Oh, and please wash your hands and keep them away from your face!! That is the best method of preventing spread of all virus and disease.
My very sweet hubby and I will celebrate twenty-seven years of marriage in a few months, something I am pretty proud of. These days couples just do not stay together, for what ever reason, the marriage ends. Ours is not perfect, we argue and fight, he has his opinion and then there is mine. Our biggest fight was very early in our marriage and was when we bought our first home. He knew what he wanted in a home and I knew what I wanted. Our realtor asked my sister-in-law if we were still together after the first six or so years of marriage. I had to laugh because we used him again when we started looking for our home we are in now fourteen years ago. He is divorced, maybe he should have fought a little more with his wife.
Working marriage. . .
Ours is a marriage of compromise and helping each other. My husband cooks and goes to the grocery store to buy our weekly groceries and has a full time job. We work together in our family and we do things together, not because we have to but because we want to spend time with each other. I shared above, we do fight and argue, I think that is part of being human. It is not all sugar and lollipops but we make it work. Marriage is work, do not be fooled, it takes two people working very hard to keep a marriage and family together.
The boys. . .
While Sprat was at home over Christmas break we had several opportunities to talk about school and growing up. Sprat shared some things with me about how school was going. He opened up about the fact that not all of his friends and acquaintances grew up with the same home life. Sprat told me how thankful he was to have his dad and I in his life. Some of his friends parents were not a part of their lives and some only had one parent.
I am not a helicopter parent although, some have said I was over protective. I have to laugh at the over protective part, especially since my oldest is fourteen hours away in college. Maybe I was “over” protective of my boys when they were little but I have always encouraged them to do what they love and to work hard in everything they do.
Big T has always been like a little adult since he was about three years old. He says what is on his mind and does not apologize for the fact. Both of my boys have very strong opinions on things; life, politics, and rock bands. He wants to go to a college that is ten hours away and play lacrosse, just like Sprat.
Conclusion . . .
Marriage and family life is work and it takes two people to love each other and work together to make it work. We have our ups and downs and we fight and argue but that is what being an adult is about. Stay tuned as my blog chronicles our ups and downs. Please check out my previous posts and leave me a comment so I know you were here.
I got a text today from Sprat, “Happy Valentine’s Day momma.” I thought that was the sweetest thing. It brought a little tear to my eye. I had just dropped off some of Mom and Dad’s old clothes to our local charity and then got that sweet text. I was a little down thinking about cleaning out Mom and Dad’s house and thinking about all the things Mom had saved of mine over the years.
Valentine’s Past. . .
Growing up my parents always gave us a small heart shaped box of chocolates for Valentines. It was always sitting at the breakfast table when we got up on Valentine’s day. I carried that tradition on to my boys, every year they got that same heart shaped box of chocolates only their box had a small teddy bear on top. Even now with the boys older I still get that small box of chocolate with the teddy bear on top for their Valentines. Sprat got his box early since he would be at school on V day. He told me he was going to give it to his new “friend” Jacki. He wanted to pass that tradition to her. One, two, three. . . Awwwwww!!!!
Traditions. . .
I love that Sprat wants to pass/share that tradition of the Valentine’s box of chocolates with the teddy bear. I hope he will share that tradition and all of the other ones with his family when he has one. That thought does this mama proud, it is nice to know that the little things did mean something. We try so hard as parents to do things right, you may or may not ever know if what you did had any impact.
This is Me, no filters, on college move in day with Sprat September 2019
We found all sorts of gems at Mom’s house while getting things ready for the renovation. The above was a surprise found in the piano bench. There were a set of three of these; my brother, sister and then this one of me.
I had to laugh when I saw the picture because of my mouth being wide open. It all started at birth, the whole mouth wide open thing, I was always a very happy little girl. I still laugh with my mouth wide open.
When my boys were born, I thought they looked like my husband, now I think they look more like me. I will let you guys be the judge, tell me what you think.
Your task if you choose to take it, who do these handsome boys look more like? Will you choose Me or my very handsome husband? I think they look a little like us both. I will take the middle ground. Please leave your comments below.
The day before Thanksgiving my mom’s power went out and when she got up to check on things she tripped, fell and broke her hip. I rushed home to get to see her just before hip replacement surgery. She is doing great now and we are in the process of renovating their basement so that Mom and Dad can go back home after rehab.
It took some time to find someone to take on this renovation project. Mom and Dad have lived in this house for about forty-seven years. You can imagine the things that have accumulated in those many years. My sister, brother and myself did contribute a good bit to the accumulation of things.
My Mom saved all kinds of things from our childhood. I was cleaning out a closet to try and help prepare for the renovation and found my sister’s white go go boots she used to wear when she carried the banner in the marching band. Those boots looked brand new, I also found my old roller skates and they also looked brand new. Stumbled across one of our old dummies that we made for Halloween one year. We stuffed an old pair of pants and shirt with news paper and would set it up on the porch to scare the little kids.
Mom kept an entire set of National Geographic magazines, and do you remember the World Book Encyclopedia, she has that set too. I have not so fond memories of writing papers using those Encyclopedias. My kids do not know the joy and drama of looking facts up in the Encyclopedia, of course when you got the information from those books you knew it was fact. These days on the internet you could be getting anything but facts.
Mom also kept most of the Appaloosa Journals that they received along with Muscle and Fitness, Southern Living, Our State, and all of the NC State magazines. We purged those all except the most recent ones.
After going through all of those magazines and tossing a good portion of them I realized, I am my mother’s daughter. I have come home to throw out my old magazines, I have only kept the ones that have something of interest to me. I am also going to clean out my closet to donate what I cannot and do not wear.
Stay tuned as we continue to prepare for the renovation, Lacrosse season College and High School, and living our best life.
This is my crew many years ago, Sprat lower right, Big T on the left and of course the hubby and I. This was taken at one of their birthday parties at a tumble gym.
Mom and my sister and myself, this would have been Christmas 1986 or ’87. I cannot remember which.
We took the boys on the Polar Express train ride. We had a blast, when I made the reservation the lady said, “wear your PJ’s everyone does.” We all showed up in our PJ’s, to my husbands chagrin, and we were the only adults in PJ’s. Sprat said, Mom you all are the only parents in PJ’s, I simply replied yes and we are the only ones that know how to have fun.
The boys enjoying the Fair and the bumper cars. The hubbs and I always took the boys to the Fair each year. We always went when the boys could get the ride all day bands. These are just some of our family traditions.
We also used to go tubing with the boys in the Summer. When the boys were little we had a couple Summers where we did stay-cations. The boys loved it, we went to local AA baseball games and I took them to the pool during the day, this was during my stay at home mom days.
We took a few trips here and there with the boys. This is on our trip to Sea World. This was the boys petting the Rays, notice the hubbs holding Big T by the shirt so he does not fall face first in the water.
This was just a little background on my family. Stay tuned for updates on the boys and all the goings on with high school and college lacrosse.