Reminiscing

Another year ending

Bored out of my mind, not wanting to do the dishes, and watching the Twilight Zone Marathon (even though I have almost every episode practically memorized), I decided to write my own meme to conclude 2007. I?m not going to pressure anyone into responding with a tag, but I?d love it if you felt like playing along. Without further ado, here it is.

1. What is your happiest memory of 2007?
Adding the youngest Riley to our family. She was unexpected, but made our family complete

2. What was your worst memory of 2007?

The dumb nurses who insisted I wasn?t in labor and made me go home only to end up almost having the baby in the ambulance on the way back and never getting any pain killers as a result, grrrr.

3. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Finally reaching a point in my education where I no longer have to fall back on waitressing in times of need. Damn that feels good!

4. Did you take any memorable trips in 2007?
Two. An Anniversary Weekend away with hubby, that was everything I had hoped for, and a girls only day trip to Las Vegas.

 

5. What song comes to mind when you think of 2007?

Don?t Blink- Kenny Chesney. A big reminder that life is short and the kids will be grown before we know it.

6. Is there anything you are hoping to do or have in 2008 that you didn?t in 2007?

My Bachelors Degree. It has been many years in the making, so it?s hard to believe now that the goal line is right around the corner.

7. Any regrets for 2007?

Not only did I not lose weight, but I gained, ugh

8. Best purchase of 2007?

Hubby bought me a laptop after I got him one for Christmas…yeaa!

9. Favorite movie of 2007?

Dan in Real Life- Very Cute!

10. Did you pick up any new hobbies in 2007?

During my nesting phase of pregnancy I decided sewing was the solution to everything and bought my first machine. Included in my very few projects was this little dress for the toddler:

 

Also in August hubby convinced me to start a blog of my own hence the beginning of Party of Five.

To all of my readers I wish you a safe a fun New Year’s Eve and A Happy New Year!!

 

Silly Pet Peeve

A few of you may know that I was a single mom for four years. By single mom I mean I raised my son on my own. No government assistance, no handouts from others, no free programs which covered daycare, and no help from another parent. Single by every definition. Therefore the burden fell on me to handle it all. Not just finances, but the whole kit-n-kaboodle. Discipline, morals, entertainment, and transportation. It didn’t leave much room for change in jobs as I had to match schedules and required a specific income.

Now, my point in explaining all of this is not for any pats on the back or otherwise as I have been truly blessed from the beginning with supportive friends and family and have no regrets in how my life has turned out, however recently I have begun to hear the term “single mom” used very loosely. It has turned into an annoying pet peeve of mine to hear a woman with a child (or children) who have separated from their partners calling themselves single moms. Meanwhile they have weekends off, financial assistance, or a simple person to call on when things aren’t going so well. Weather you hate your ex or not, if they are still in the picture and participating, you are not a single parent, it’s called co parenting. I can see that doing it from sepparate house while you are taking on the bulk of the burden may stink, but it is still not single parenting.

Single moms do not get weekends off without finding childcare, and that is a rare event. It isn’t something that happens every week, or even every other week. If you hate your job, you can’t just quit because you are the only source of income. Unless you have exceptional childcare, there is no one to call on when you have unplanned changes in scheduling. If your kid gets hurt, or in trouble, no one else is there to call on for help or to lessen the burden by having another parent to bounce it off. Granted, having a second parent doesn’t mean that all your troubles are solved, as I am certain I was better off raising my son on my own than having his loser father in the picture. I am simply saying if you have a somewhat involved second parent in the picture who cares for his kid(s), then stop calling yourself a single mom and count your blessings that you can come up for air sometimes.

Selective Memory

Isn’t it amazing how our brain works, shutting out the moments we would really rather not recall? Recently I remembered probably the single most embarrassing thing I have ever done. See I was 21 with a new baby, and our local gas station allowed you to pump before paying. So I started the gas pumping, then got the baby out to go in and pay. I believe I walked around the convenience store while waiting for the gas to stop pumping, then paid, got the baby back in the car and was on my way. Somehow in this exchange I forgot a crucial step of the process, and it didn’t come to my attention until I arrived at my destination.

nozzle
That’s right my dear friends, similar to the photo scene here, I forgot to take the nozzle out of my car. And to make matters worse, I didn’t realize this until I had driven over three miles and arrived at my destination where my unemployed, druken ex came out to laugh his ass off at me and call his stoned buddies out to laugh as well. At the time I wasn’t amused in the slightest, however now in the retelling of it, as my nine year old and hubby laugh until they almost wet themselves, it seems hilarious.

Dads

The last couple of weeks have been difficult for both my mom and mother in law, and for the same reason. Their dad’s are dying. Both have been put into hospice care with a very small likelyhood of living much longer. Of course this has got me thinking about my own dad and how difficult it will be when the day comes that I must say goodbye to him as well. Rather than focus though on losing him, as I hope that won’t be for many years, I would rather think about all the reasons I appreciate my dad.

When I was a kid my dad was an auto machanic. He would come home after working out in the cold or heat, exhausted and stained in grease with cuts on his hands, but he would still play with us kids. He worked extra hours under the table so that we could afford a family vacation every year to the lake. He always stopped if someone was broken down on the side of the road, and offered help to those he knew or didn’t know when it was in his ability to do so. After suffering an injury that made working on cars difficult, he returned to school and got two degree’s allowing him to work at the local college. Since he dropped out of school in 7th grade, this was no easy task. He raised us kids with values, and was adament that we always use the manners we were taught. He has been faithful to my mom for 35 years, and has never uttered an ill word about his parents, though I am sure there were many to be said. I could go on and on about how great my dad is, but more than anything I repect my dad because I know that even as difficult as his kids can be, he is always there to bail us out when we need him.

Because my dad is a private man, even I don’t know his thoughts on most things. I would like to hope that before the day comes when my dad is gone, I will be able to say I learned as much as I could about him. I better start soon though, because there are alot of blanks to be filled in.