Catching My Breath - Part IV
Let it snow, let it snow
Hey, it's another Christmas holiday
It's a joyous thing let the angels sing
Cause were together
We got a thing can't let it slip away
No, outside it's raining sleet
When our bodies meet
I don't care about the weather
- Boys II Men
Hey, it's another Christmas holiday
It's a joyous thing let the angels sing
Cause were together
We got a thing can't let it slip away
No, outside it's raining sleet
When our bodies meet
I don't care about the weather
- Boys II Men
What?! It's Christmas already?! What the...? What happened? It's August. School just started. I just closed on my townhouse. I blinked! Maybe took a nap! It is not Christmas already.
But the calendar says it is December 21st. I'm singing with the Colorado Symphony this weekend for our annual performance of Too Hot To Handel (I have a CD on iTunes!). I need to finish my students' grades for the semester. I have a Christmas tree in my living room and there are wrapped presents underneath it. So I guess it's true - it's Christmas. Where did the last third of the year go?
Well, when we last updated the command I was playing "catch up" with my blog. Let's start there... home. I closed on my first ever townhouse in August. After much frustration with the mortgage company it was done, no money down and at a nice price. I spent the second half of August and all of September moving in. (My apartment lease wasn't up until the end of September so I took my time.) And even though I moved into a two-story three-bedroom, two and half bath from a two-bedroom, two bath apartment I still have too much dang stuff! Well, too much stuff to store away.
Remember how I was sad that I'd be moving in alone when I'd been planning for my daughter and him but I was excited about running around NEKKID in my new place alone? Well, I haven't been able to run around NEKKID because I'm not alone. My daughter is living on campus downtown but in a strange turn of God's plan, he is here living with me. It's not in the romantic way I'd envisioned (see the update on my romantic life) but he's here. Living in my second bedroom.
Ya know... you really don't know someone until you live with them. I still don't think I'll live with my significant other before we're married but this experience has weighed the scales more evenly I'll admit. I won't go into particulars but it's been an interesting experience. I have learned and anticpate learning a lot more about myself before it's over. I think that's why He's taking me through this - preparation for something forthcoming.
My daughter is having a rough first college semester. We all know freshman year - especially first semester - is hard under normal circumstances. The unbridled freedom, being 4 chapters behind on the first day of class, etc. Now add to that coming out of an abusive, controlling household, being depressed, having unresolved issues from said household, being subpoened by the prosecutor for your biological father's asssault case (where you were the victim), hooking up with a 25 year old, single father who has the same traits as your abusive, controlling father, becoming a binge drinker and refusing to admit you have some problems.
Yeah, not a good start. So now the promising freshman is looking to repeating all of her first semester classes next semester and going over the summer so she's back on track at the beginning of her sophomore year. She will be staying here for a second year before trying to transfer to Howard. And after a half-hearted suicide attempt, she's finally in counseling. Oh, and the 25 year old boyfriend is gone. He's lucky her people are reformed hoodrats, reborn Christians or I swear he was gonna wake up dead in an alley for messing with my child. Yeah, my mother instincts kicked in hard.
So that's the Reader's Digest version of my past three months. I'm sitting at home, on Christmas vacation two days early because of the blizzard we received and taking a deep breath. I'm looking forward to finishing this school year and moving to the next level. Which I will fill you in on in the next entry. That is if you're still reading...
Merry Christmas - and remember, Jesus is the reason for the season. God's peace, blessings and love to you and yours.
But the calendar says it is December 21st. I'm singing with the Colorado Symphony this weekend for our annual performance of Too Hot To Handel (I have a CD on iTunes!). I need to finish my students' grades for the semester. I have a Christmas tree in my living room and there are wrapped presents underneath it. So I guess it's true - it's Christmas. Where did the last third of the year go?
Well, when we last updated the command I was playing "catch up" with my blog. Let's start there... home. I closed on my first ever townhouse in August. After much frustration with the mortgage company it was done, no money down and at a nice price. I spent the second half of August and all of September moving in. (My apartment lease wasn't up until the end of September so I took my time.) And even though I moved into a two-story three-bedroom, two and half bath from a two-bedroom, two bath apartment I still have too much dang stuff! Well, too much stuff to store away.
Remember how I was sad that I'd be moving in alone when I'd been planning for my daughter and him but I was excited about running around NEKKID in my new place alone? Well, I haven't been able to run around NEKKID because I'm not alone. My daughter is living on campus downtown but in a strange turn of God's plan, he is here living with me. It's not in the romantic way I'd envisioned (see the update on my romantic life) but he's here. Living in my second bedroom.
Ya know... you really don't know someone until you live with them. I still don't think I'll live with my significant other before we're married but this experience has weighed the scales more evenly I'll admit. I won't go into particulars but it's been an interesting experience. I have learned and anticpate learning a lot more about myself before it's over. I think that's why He's taking me through this - preparation for something forthcoming.
My daughter is having a rough first college semester. We all know freshman year - especially first semester - is hard under normal circumstances. The unbridled freedom, being 4 chapters behind on the first day of class, etc. Now add to that coming out of an abusive, controlling household, being depressed, having unresolved issues from said household, being subpoened by the prosecutor for your biological father's asssault case (where you were the victim), hooking up with a 25 year old, single father who has the same traits as your abusive, controlling father, becoming a binge drinker and refusing to admit you have some problems.
Yeah, not a good start. So now the promising freshman is looking to repeating all of her first semester classes next semester and going over the summer so she's back on track at the beginning of her sophomore year. She will be staying here for a second year before trying to transfer to Howard. And after a half-hearted suicide attempt, she's finally in counseling. Oh, and the 25 year old boyfriend is gone. He's lucky her people are reformed hoodrats, reborn Christians or I swear he was gonna wake up dead in an alley for messing with my child. Yeah, my mother instincts kicked in hard.
So that's the Reader's Digest version of my past three months. I'm sitting at home, on Christmas vacation two days early because of the blizzard we received and taking a deep breath. I'm looking forward to finishing this school year and moving to the next level. Which I will fill you in on in the next entry. That is if you're still reading...
Merry Christmas - and remember, Jesus is the reason for the season. God's peace, blessings and love to you and yours.
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