I am a mother of three boys and one girl, my youngest son Walker is developmentally delayed with no diagnosis, I am divorced and re-married, living life as I never imagined. I may be cynical, but I try to see the world as it is.... no frills but plenty of laughs.
For two weeks I have had no cell phone service. Actually, I've had service, just not a working phone. I took it to my local store and they suggested I buy a new battery, but of course the phone I had, they no longer make so they had to order me one from some distant warehouse. When that finally arrived, it didn't help, so then I tried a new charger, again, to no avail. So finally I relented and purchased a new phone.
The first few days without it I felt lost and disconnected. As I was driving I thought I could hear the little ring of my text messages coming in, then would realize that it couldn't be. After a few more days, I actually started wearing my watch. It had been months since I wore it since I always had my phone to tell me the time. Then by the end of the week I was feeling pretty liberated! I could run errands and not be afraid to check my messages. I even left my husband home with both kids and went to work for an eight hour shift and knew that if it was a REAL emergency he would call the store. It was nice!
So, now I am back connected. I have promised myself that I will keep my phone in my purse until I need it, and that I will not use it while driving. (no Oprah campaign here though) But i must admit, it is a pretty jazzy color of purple!
For the past 15 years there has been one staple to my ever changing wardrobe. My sizes may change but I have always had my own unique style. The one place that I have always been able to find something that suits my taste is Sunshine Studios. I was always a frequent customer, not escaping without a good purchase and my free incense! Shortly after we had gotten intervention help with Walker, I was shopping in the store one day and was talking with the owner Claudine. As a natural people person, she has always made the store feel warm and inviting. Through our conversation I divulged that my son had special needs and we were in the beginning of dealing with it. This was my first "public" confession and I was in a place of feeling alone and overwhelmed. To my surprise she told me that she was also dealing with early intervention with her son. It amazed me that in the middle of shopping I could find someone who knew what I was going through! It was huge relief to not feel so alone! From that point on a friendship grew.
Its been three years since I have had any real type of employment. After Walker's birth it just was to hard to figure out how to make money and give him the attention that he needed. Shortly after along came Sawyer and although I have struggled personally with being a stay at home mom, there has become a certain level of comfort here. The mere thought of getting back out into the work place makes me nervous, it invokes feelings of uncertainty and low self esteem.
But as karma would have it, last week happened! After I invited Claudine and her two boys to the park, she had to decline because she was having staffing issues at the store. I offered up my assistance because I know what its like being a stay at home mom and juggling two very active boys! She offered me a job working in her store and I JUMPED at the chance! I am in heaven! My favorite place to shop, and I get out of the house and feel productive! I am so excited!!
"it's the most wonderful time of the year!" envision the commercial where the usual Christmas tune is in the back ground of parents swinging grocery carts around the aisle and instead of toys their carts are full of notebooks and pencils. Yes, it's back to school!!!!
I had three children to get up and get ready to return to school It never fails, the first week of school is always a scorching 90some odd degrees! Mason headed out to the bus stop at 6:45am. Dylan and I were granted the privilege of walking him to the stop but were not given permission to stay and wait it out! I was not allowed to take any pictures nor kiss him good bye. Middle school is serious business!
Next out the door was Walker. He had only had two weeks off so this wasn't so traumatic for him! He was very excited and ate all of his breakfast and was singing away! All of us, Poo, Daddy, Dylan and I walked him up to the bus stop and watched him get on. We even sent him without his binky which is a HUGE deal!! His notebook said he had a great day and even worked on an apple project.
Poo and I drove Dylan in to school and walked him into his classroom. He was very anxious to get there and had been up since 5:30am when his brother got up to get ready. He was so happy to meet his teacher and stay in the Minisink school where he knew most of his classmates!
As for Poo, she wasn't to sure about everyone leaving and was a little sad. Time with mommy hasn't really sunk in since we spent most of the day running errands and doing things that we have never been able to do, just her and I! Here she is playing peek a boo, popping up from the floor while we wait to get Walker off the bus.
Yesterday my father signed off on the sale of his business. It was never a "family" business but it certainly was a family affair. After almost 15 years, the local pub will now belong to someone other than my dad. It has so many emotions tied up with it for me, that it truly is bitter sweet.
At age 21, I begged my father for a job bar-tending. It took some convincing since he and I hadn't always had the best relationship. He finally agreed to give me a shot and I was determined to be the best employee he had! There was something about working for my dad that made me want to impress him the most. Growing up we both dealt with each other on a "business like" level. I knew that working for him, would not afford me any type of extra privilege, in fact, it just meant that I would have to work that much harder for his approval. After a year or so of working for him, I moved on to a marriage and children. I had spent my fair share of Sunday afternoons inside a dark and smokey bar.
Years later I had reached a cross road in my life and wanted to taste the night life that I was sure I missed out on. I ended up in the one place that I felt was somewhat safe and comfortable to unwind. As my future career plans shifted I once again found myself asking my father for a job.
For three years I lived a double life. Mother and full time student during the week, and party till early morning girl on the weekends. Large amounts of cigarettes and alcohol were consumed but it also supported me and my two children so I could return to college and get my BA degree. I met my husband there and many great people. I also have seen the dark side of many others, and the hours and drama associated with alcohol really began to take a toll on me. Add in the emotional component of working for ones family and I was soon burnt out.
Its been a few years since I have been a regular back there. I've saved my visits for a few occasions in which I thought it was my family obligation to attend. When people asked why I didn't buy the business from my dad or how come he was selling it, my only answer is "its a tough business". There are not enough words to explain how the atmosphere can suck you in and change who you are or who you want to be.
Looking back my emotions are bitter sweet. I am raising a toast to a place that gave me my new life and reminds me of how far I have come. I am thankful for its place in my history and happy that it is where it will stay. "cheers to the Back Track" and I will finish my cup coffee now.