~My Favorite~

Well I have failed miserably at one of my blogging goals for the year which was to write from the daily post topic a few times a week.  Guess we will shoot for once a month.

This particular topic is titled “My Favorite”What’s the most time you’ve ever spent apart from your favorite person? Tell us about it.

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As much as my husband can rattle my nerves he is still my favorite person.

In 2010 my husband was laid off from his job.  It was when the economy in southern Nevada had taken a serious tank and being a heavy equipment operator, when economy is down, so is construction.

In 2011 he applied for a job in the mining industry and luckily got the job.  The bad part was this was in a town called Ely, NV and it was a 4 hour drive from our home in Southern Nevada.

If you have never been to Ely, Nevada well let me just assure you that you aren’t missing a damn thing because it’s a little piece of nothing in the middle of nowhere.  There’s absolutely nothing, nada, zilch there.Ely Nevada nowhere rural  Well except a McDonalds …those are everywhere.  Therefore, the thought of moving there was not at the top of my priority list.  So instead he commuted home a couple times a month on his days off.

We had a 1 year old, a 2 month old, and about a month later found out we were pregnant with baby #3.  Surprise!  And let’s not forget two older boys who were 10 and 12 at the time.

This meant I was home alone taking care of 5 kids by myself for the majority of 3 years.  It’s equivalent to being a single parent only I didn’t work full time.

It’s true what they say that “absence makes the heart grow fonder”.  I was always happy to see him but knew that the time would be short lived and was always sad after he left.  When my son was 3-years-old, I remember him crying “daddy don’t go bye bye” and standing in the driveway bawling as the little white Jetta we owned drove down the road.  It was then I knew some changes had to be made.

For me it was easy to pop back into my routine after he left but to see my kids missing their daddy…well that was heart wrenching for me.

Luckily some jobs opened up at various other mines and upon being offered a job at several of the ones my husband applied for we decided the best option was where we are now.  It was time to move.mining heavy equipment

Moving has never been easy for me.  I get very attached to my surroundings and friends that I make and the thought of leaving that all behind scared me.  We had to sell a house in an economy that was just barely recovering at the time. Unknown.jpeg And we were pretty insistent that we were going to make the move in one trip using the U-Haul we rented and our truck.  Needless to say I had to make a trip back on my own to pick up the last of a few things and finalize the papers on the house as it actually sold faster than we thought it would.

Now it’s almost 2 years later and even though my husband works a lot and is gone for very long periods of time (16 hours) on the days or nights he does work.  It’s still nice that we all get to see each other everyday…well most days…some days I feel like hitting him with a frying pan he can get on my nerves as well as I am sure I can get on his.

That’s marriage!

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30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 12

Someone I Miss:

Must I narrow this to only one?  It’s my writing challenge therefore I am going to do what I want…oh wait…I do that all the time anyway.

I miss my maternal grandmother.  She has been gone for many years but there are so many pieces of me that I wish she could have seen.  I was still in my “selfish-all about me” stage of life when she past and I regret not telling her how much more appreciative of her I was.  She pretty much raised me and regardless of the generation gap between her raising her own children and then raising me I realize now that she always put me first.  I wish she could have met my children and seen how happy I am now.  When she was alive I was so contingent about who I was or wanted to be and usually I was just an asshole.

I miss my bestie.  I met my bestie at a playdate for our littles.  Problem is we didn’t realize how much we adored each other until a couple years later.  We are both kind of introverted in our ways and neither of us knows how to step over one’s boundaries.  But somehow we finally managed to do so…the year before I moved.  I miss our SAHM afternoon wine tastings and watching our kids all bond like they had been born in the same womb.  I miss going to the “wine and canvas” event with her(yeah we are a couple of winos…what of it?)…even though we had only attended two of them…I know that if I still lived there…we would still be attending them regularly.  I miss dinner “dates” that we would take our littles to.  Her daughter and my son are absolutely smitten with one another and there isn’t a day that goes by that my little B man doesn’t ask to go see his “girlfriend“.  He still doesn’t understand that we don’t just live down the street anymore.  I just miss spending time with her in general.

I miss my family.  I really don’t get to see any of them often enough due to the fact that we all live in different places.  I have the means to go visit them but 1 mom + 3 toddlers on a road trip = MOMMY IN A STRAIGHT JACKET by the end.  I did it one year with an infant and a toddler all while 7 months pregnant.  I survived but by the time we got home I thought I had done lost my mind somewhere between Salt Lake City UT and Las Vegas, NV, and someone had run over it.

I miss all my friends I had to leave behind due to moving.  I miss seeing their faces regularly and laughing until my cheeks and abs hurt.  I miss seeing their little people and being a part of their lives.  I really miss “girl-chatter“.

I realize that life just keeps changing.  We miss certain things and a lot of someone’s.  We experience new things and meet new someone’s.  And of course they can never replace the former ones but make new transitions worth the transitioning.

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