I never thought I’d be a homebody. Never in a million years, I was too busy trying to get out of my house and have a life to even consider that to make my house a home I have to be here. A lot can change in year and I am definitely proof of that. So instead of trying to figure out tonight’s plans to go out and hit the town, I’m settling in and cooking dinner for myself. My daughter weaseled a pizza lunchable out of me at the grocery so I can make whatever I want. Chipped Beef on Toast? Yes please! Then after the kiddo goes to bed it’s a night of my favorite shows all curled up on the couch.
I’ve owned this house for 3 years now, and it’s been one hell of a roller-coaster ride so far. Things are still crazy, but at the same time they are smoothing out (if that even makes sense).
I’ve managed to find a stable job, which I’ve been at for 1 year now (as of Wednesday)… a job that even though it gets on my nerves some days, I still look forward to going into the office in the morning. This job has given me the monotony that I dread, but at the same time, it’s not the same thing every day. It makes enough money to pay the bills, and then some now that Ryan has moved in and taken over his half of the mortgage and utilities. So now I’m capable of saving money, which is something despite at times two jobs didn’t allow me to do.
Since Ry has been around he’s been kicking my butt into gear when it comes to the house. It’s really coming along since last spring, I put in the floor myself and he painted almost every room. With the new furniture in it looks fantastic! He’s even been keeping my plants alive and helping me pick out picture frames and little knick knacks. Something I never bothered to do. Once he finished my bedroom, I now have my own little library. He put in bookshelves up a wall and hung up a lot of my candles, it finally feels comfortable in there. A little retreat, vacation spot for me while I’m at home.
Frankly, our little dysfunctional family and Ryan’s and my relationship has finally turned my house into a home. For a couple years there, thanks to a divorce and thanks to my own faults, it was just a place to stay. Now? I take pride in my home, it’s mine, and I love it. I actually love spending time here, there is nothing better than curling up and drinking coffee with my love. I am as happy as I’ve been, which means it’s time to strive for even more happiness and stability. Setting things right that have been askew for a long time.
One thing that Ryan kicked my ass into doing was filing for child support. I had filed the motion and went to court, unfortunately it got shot down. I finally managed to get an appointment with Child Support Enforcement and they are hunting my ex-husband down for me. They found his social security number and have put it in the system, on top of that they have the Colorado State’s Attorney looking for him as well as Illinois. He may never work a real job again, but if he does, or hell, even applies for assistance, they’ll find him. They even managed to pull up my domestic abuse case, complete with pictures, and flagged it just in case he decides to lose his cool when they finally find him.
I don’t have hopes for anything, I’d honestly be surprised if he finds a real job, but it was worth it. Anyone who hurts my daughter is instantly on my shit list, it’s just sad that it had to be her own father. This father’s day? It will be one year since we even heard from him, more since he left. My heart breaks for my Noodle, but she doesn’t need someone like that in her life, she will learn that blood is NOT thicker than water, and sometimes good friends are even better than family.
Other than that nonsense, I’ve been doing what I love to do. Write. Not so much in this blog, but in my journal and on my pseudo book. It’s one thing I’ve decided to pursue, not because I think I will make any money on it, but because why the hell not. I also have been writing quite a bit in my journal… the point behind that one is simple. It’s for my daughter. I have well over 40 full journals so far, I started a journal as soon as I could write. This way, when I am long gone, my kiddo can read them and get to know me as well as the person I used to be. Maybe if I go early, she can use them for advice. That’s one thing I wish my mother would have done is more journaling. I think it would be easier to at least have something to read of hers, you know to feel a little closer to her even though she’s not here anymore.
Like any parent, I hope to god that I don’t die while she is young. Going through that myself when I was in 5th grade was horrible, and even now at 26, I need my mother. However, facing what possibly runs in my genes, what my medications can cause, as well as Crohns Disease, I do worry about it. That’s why I have been trying to eat as healthy as I can afford, get exercise in as well as stop drinking. I am proud of myself, I went from drinking (even just one beer) a few times a week to just once a month… maybe. With just that alone, I feel great! My Crohns is practically in remission, with a stray fistula symptom here and there but that’s it! This is the best I’ve felt in years! The next thing on my agenda? Smoking. I want to at least cut down to the bare minimum – a cigarette with a cup of gourmet coffee because, hello, I just can’t have coffee with out my smoke. Haha, that’ll never change. I’m just sick of not being able to run like I used to, and smoking doesn’t help with all of my lung infections I catch now that I’m on Remicade. So smoking is next, I think I can do it, I just have to get up the courage to actually let myself run out of cigarettes. I hope I get that courage soon.
Things are good. I never thought I’d be on this path in life, but you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I love my family, I love Ryan, and things are on the up and up and I won’t let that change. :)