My husband had to make a mask for one of his classes.  It had to represent a fear.  Most people did fear of the dark or being alone.  He wanted to do something different as usual and decided to do fear of the past, specifically of his huge wreck he had at the first of the year.  Which has been life changing for all of us.  He had such a hang up about it.  He couldn't get the assignment done.  The due date came and went, and then the extention came and went.  I was getting more and more frusterated with him for not getting it done.  Plus he kept spending more and more time sleeping.  He would just sleep through class and not do anything.  I figured he didn't want to go because he kept telling his professor he'd do it and then never get it done.  I was getting furious with him.  I couldn't understand why he wouldn't just do it.  Plus he's going back to school and not working much becuase of school and with all the stress of that and having him home now, in stead of on the road I thought it was just reaching a boiling point and I needed a break and to give him a break from us.  So I went to my moms for the weekend to give him time alone to work on homework.  He discovered that his problem was he wasn't ready to face those memories and fears.  He had a real "come to Jesus" moment and did what he could do to at least make it good enough to hand in.  He realizes now he's just not ready to deal with all the emotions with his wreck yet, it's just too early for that.

 

Birthdays just aren't that exciting anymore, the older you get.  At least that's how I felt on my birthday.  He asked me a few days before, if I was excited for his birthday and I said, "I guess... I'm excited to make the cake." (which turned out to be a total bomb) He said I'm not really.  But he knew everything he was getting because he picked it out himself.  It was fun to watch the kids get excited for him.  I still did the dishes and cleaned and changed poopy bums on my birthday, but I didn't mind.  One mother's day I was in tears by the end of the day and my mom told me some good advice.  She said look to it as any other day and so if something extra happens it will make the whole day special.  I tryied it the next year and she was right,  I went into the day with no expectations, and even the littlest gesture of my children giving me their paper mother's day gifts they had made at church that day and a hug and then going straight to asking me to get them a drink of milk was wonderful.  I had a feeling of graditude to be able to be a mom, and to have the opportunity to even have a holiday dedicated to me.  Use this advice next "what ever" and see how much greater your day is.  I love my mom.  And I love my husband (no matter how old he is getting).

I was thinking the other day they have a patch for so many things these days.  You know what would be great is a patch or gum for weight loss.  Sometimes weight is a bad habbit or an addiction like smoking.  It could crub your appetite, give you all your nutrients, leave the sense and satisfaction of chocolate in your mouth, and give you energy, but not with caffine or other addictive or harmful stimulants.  Plus it would need to come with at least one if not two extra hours in the day to use for working out, worry free of the responsiblities of kids, husbands and home.  That would be the ultimate weight loss patch!