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Juggling 

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A little over a month ago I posted a similar photo of my oldest on my personal Instagram page. 


I commented on what a great summer we were having and mentioned our Tuesday lunches. I take him to therapy on Tuesdays and over the summer we would get lunch together and have a lazy afternoon reading or talking while his brother was at camp. 

But school started a month ago and those Tuesdays are a little rushed and hectic. 

Potter isn’t much into socializing, showing affection, or even comfortable being in a crowd. Most evenings he can be found sitting on his bed reading a book or playing on his tablet. While the younger two are outside riding bikes or running around, Potter is comfortable sitting on the porch scetching in a notebook or reading. I don’t force him to play outside because I’m happy he’s doing what he loves. 

But it does make it a little more difficult to bond with him when he’s constantly looking down at his book or tablet. 

So, since school started I have had to try a little harder to get just five minutes of time to spend with him alone. He’s a fifth grader this year and so far this year has been difficult for him but his teachers know we are working with a therapist and are trying to be patient (although I understand that can be difficult). 

With work, our side business, three kids, online classes starting for me, and trying to condition my relationship with The Beard it has been an interesting couple months. 

But just call me the juggler, I’ve got this. 🙂

Food Freaks and A Trophy Wife…

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The Beard and I get two nights per month  completely to ourselves (if we’re lucky). The last couple months we’ve been hunting down food trucks and enjoying local breweries. Tonight was no exception. 


Unfortunately I forgot to snap a photo of our food but I’m not exaggerating when I say it was phenominal. Food Freaks serve amazing 1/4 and 1/2 pound burgers and handcut fries. I got their House Burger – bacon jam and cheddar cheese served with a BBQ aioli. 😋

The Beard got The Mel – bacon jam, fresh jalapeño and pimento cheese served with Sriracha chili mayo. 🌶😵🤤 He seemed to enjoy it. 

This food truck travels all over the Triad and tonight we found them at Juggheads Growlers and Pints where they have 32 craft beers on tap, all from North Carolina. It was our first trip and we were happy with the cozy atmosphere. It was mild enough to enjoy our drinks outside, under the covered “porch”. 


I had Trophy Wife and 3rd Rock Jetty Session IPA. I’m no beer critic but I enjoyed the 3rd Rock IPA more, I liked the friuit kick (if that makes sense). The Beard really liked what he tried, the Fiddlin Fish Camel City Session IPA, a new brewery in Winston Salem that opened this week. I see a trip there in our future. 🍻

We were home and relaxing in bed by 9. We are so adventurous!! 😂

But since he wakes up around 3:30 am, for work, on Saturdays it isn’t hard to understand why. 

If you guys enjoyed my little review of these places let me know. And if you recommend any food trucks or breweries in the triad or Charlotte area please let me know. 

Night guys, I hope your weekend is relaxing and fun. I’m loving this cooler weather. 

Childhood

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I often hear or read that we are raising a “softer generation” and this comment always makes me smile because I don’t know about you, but I’m OK with that. What do you guys think about this?

When I was five, a kindergartner, I would ride the school bus home from school. The bus didn’t drop me off at my house, instead I would walk three houses up to my house, unlock the door and lock it behind me. I would stay in my home for two to three hours by myself until my parents got home from work. At 10, I did the same thing but with a five year old brother (Red) in tow. When I got my license at 16, I would drive from the high school to the middle school to pick up Red and then drive home. We were not allowed to answer the phone if it rang or the door if someone came to it, which they rarely did. If our friends were outside playing, we could not play with them until 5:30 or 6:00 when our parents got home. There were no after school activities because we were a package deal and we had no one to help us out.

Now that I’m a mother, I understand the struggles with being lower middle class and having children. I understand the struggles but do I want my kids to go through what we through, heck no!

I work in retail and recently dropped to part time for this very reason. My kids are going to be kids. I don’t expect them to take care of themselves, there is no reason for them to be alone and have to take care of each other. They should be allowed to play with their friends after school. They should be able to come to me if they need me. And if this means my kids are softer, fine, I’m OK with that.

This week, I was reminded of this. AJ (remember, he’s 7) went to summer camp with $3 for snacks for three days. Usually they put the money into an account but this was the last week and they did not want any money left in the accounts. I was unaware of this. My baby left his $2, after the first day, in his cubby. This is his cubby, he’s used it all summer. He has left water bottles, towels, glasses, sunscreen, you name it in this cubby. So, it didn’t occur to him his money would be any different. When he got home that evening and we were talking about their day it came to light that Potter still had his snack money. And when I dug deeper into the conversation I found out about the $2 left in AJ’s cubby. The first thing in my head is “His money is gone, there’s no way it’ll still be there.” But I kept this to myself and talked about their day. The next morning I sent AJ into camp with the instructions to see if his money was still in his cubby. Unfortunately it was not.

The look on his face made my stomach turn. He couldn’t understand where it went. Some things you must know about AJ:

  • He is just like me, he wears his heart on his sleeve.
  • He is honest, he has a hard time telling a lie even when it’s a joke. He has an easy to spot tale.
  • He expects the same from other people. He expects to be treated the way he treats others. (Imagine that!!)
  • He is loving, he loves everyone no matter their background, skin color, age, etc.

I gave him a dollar, a kiss, and told him we would talk after I got off work.

I thought about it all day. My stomach was in knots. His heart was broken. He got a glimpse at what this world is like. Someone stole from my baby, at a christian based camp!

So, we talked about it. I told him that kids don’t want to do bad things, but sometimes they do. We compared it to times when we are tempted and have a choice to make. I explained that sometimes people make a decision that isn’t always the best one. We talked about how just because it happens to you, doesn’t mean it’s OK to do it to other people. I pointed out that we all want to be good people, but good means different things to different people. We talked and we hugged. He’s very tender-hearted, he may have cried a little. He’s so easy to talk to.

I don’t want my kids to face the world without knowing what to expect but I also want to be the one to expose them to the world. As a parent, it is my job to prepare them and to show them how amazing this world can be. I think the world needs to soften up a little and love more but that’s for another post.

Birthdays

Today is The Beard’s birthday

🎂 🎉🎈🎉

To say he isn’t big on birthdays is an understatement.

He doesn’t like to celebrate, he doesn’t eat cake, he doesn’t want presents…

Who is this man? And why does he not want presents?

I’ve accepted this flaw trait, but that doesn’t stop me from going a little overboard.

Now, it needs to be noted that for my birthday he took me and the boys to the beach for the weekend and we enjoyed a bluegrass festival, food truck food, a boat ride to an island, swimming in the ocean, grilling out, and great seafood.

So, when my mom messaged me last week wanting to have a dinner for her husband’s birthday (August 1) on The Beard’s actual birthday (today), I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that. But ultimately, it turned into a double birthday celebration and it was a way to have a party that didn’t put The Beard in the spotlight (too much). And he was OK with it – A Bonus!

It turned out to be a great day, despite the fact that I’m suffering from a sprained neck (no idea how it happened but it freakin sucks). My aunt and uncle came out and  my brother (Red), his girlfriend, and her son were there too. And Red’s lady made this amazingly beautiful and equally delicious cake for our step-dad.


Isn’t she talented?!

This was probably the most moist and tastiest cake I’ve ever had.

The Beard has taken care of me all day but he did enjoy his gifts.


Our kids pitched in and picked out a bag full of snacks and candy, which he would much rather have than a stinking cake (his words not mine).

And I found him a hammock we can take camping and paddles for his kayak.

I’m looking forward this weekend, we’re going camping without the kids and taking the kayaks for a weekend in the water.

But for now, I’m off to rest this neck of mine. Goodnight friends.

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My tribe

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I wrote back in November that I deleted all dating apps and here is why:

Meet The Beard. We met in early November and after four dates he had completely swept me off my feet. He’s funny, hardworking, honest, and incredibly gorgeous. We started living together a few months ago and this blog will explore bringing our families together and the life lessons we face along the way.

The rest of our tribe:


My oldest, Potter or P for short, is strategic, passionate, and fun. He loves to read, anything mysterious, non-fiction, or fantasy; he loves to play chess, put together puzzles, and play cards; he also enjoys nerf guns and legos. We have been struggling with behavior issues and anxiety with him for a few years. Aspergers Syndrome, Autism, and ADHD have also been brought up and are being explored. It’s a huge learning process for all of us. I kick myself regularly thinking these things should have been discussed earlier in his life but that bridge has been crossed and all we can do now is figure out which path works best for us.


My youngest, AJ, is spirited, adventurous, mischievous, and extremely loving. He has a huge heart and is tender hearted. He recently started to wear glasses and lost them the second day he wore them to school. But we have since found them and we are figuring out how to keep up with them and getting used to wearing them. He is the typical youngest child (he has step siblings from his father and they are all older). He doesn’t know how to play alone and is very close to everyone.


Lastly, we have The Beard’s daughter, Cat. Her mother doesn’t want her photo online so her photos will always be distorted. She is a year younger than P and she has adjusted well to my boys. She is patient, fun, and a typical girl. She loves barbies, baby dolls, unicorns, anything emoji, and watching YouTube videos. She’s surprisingly quiet, unless all three of them are together.

We are enjoying our summer. Stay tuned for more about our lives and adventures.

(Mr.) Electricity is out

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A few posts back I talked about a lineman I have been talking to. This week we had some pretty intense conversations. He revealed his trepidation about getting back out there after his last relationship. Apparently she was psycho and took him for the savings he had built up over the last five years since his divorce. Trust me, I get it. I, too have been taken for money by someone I thought loved me and it is difficult to trust after going through that.

But all I’m asking for is lunch or coffee and hell, we can even go dutch!

With my boys, I do not get a lot of free time and he understands that and he has even less free time, according to him. This is the first weekend in a month that I haven’t had my boys or been stuck inside because of the weather from a hurricane.

Regardless we spent most of the week texting throughout the day and talking about meeting up today (Saturday) since he is off. Monday, he even sent me a very happy text rejoicing in the fact that he had a week off of being on-call.

Then, yesterday he informs me that he was going to work an event that night and all day Saturday. He made it sound like he was forced to do this but I just can’t believe that. He said he was sorry but he had “certain responsibilities within his job that needed his attention.” I think this event was an out for him. He tells me that he could get lost in my eyes but blows me off for a two day event in his home town, only twenty minutes from where I live.

How long does it take to get lunch? or a coffee? This event is over at 6:00 pm tonight, I know because I planned on attending.

Well, I’m done. I don’t believe his story. I think if you are going to agree to plans you should be man enough to follow through. I’ve been laying around most of the morning checking out POF and Tinder. Not much is going on with Tinder but I’ve gotten a few messages on POF. And Red and his girl are on their way to rescue me and get me out of the house. Believe me, I can do that on my own but it’s nice to have people in your life who want to be there for you. I love those two and look forward to my afternoon with them, right after I take this car full of cardboard to the recycling center.

We are almost completely unpacked!!!

Bathroom wall inspiration 

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Tonight I went out with one of the Fun Four and my next post was going to be a little explanation of who the “Fun Four” are and/or about tonight’s date. I wrote a different post instead and as I was leaving Amelie’s, where I sometimes write, something on the bathroom wall caught my attention. 


I did indeed smile. I needed this. I’ll never know who wrote this, but thank you. 

Ghost of Nashville

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The first guy I dated after my separation introduced me to the concept of ghosting someone. At the time it didn’t occur to me to ask him why someone would do that. I should have asked: “Why would someone be such a coward?” “Wouldn’t you want the other person to know how it went south?” “Why not just be honest?”

But I didn’t and three months later after we had a small disagreement he ghosted me and I then understood how devastating not knowing can be. 

As I was driving through Georgia and Tennessee last night I couldn’t help but think about the latest ghost in my life. 

Meet Nash


Nash and I met on POF about two months ago. He was planning a trip to see a friend in Charlotte and we chatted about things to do and places to see in the city. We exchanged numbers and agreed to try to meet up while he was in town. While visiting we talked but never got up because I was caught up with a bachelorette weekend. 

The following weeks we texted, talked, and facetimed daily. We discussed our careers, our families, our children, our exes, and the cities we lived in and loved. After a couple weeks he asked what he needed to do to get me to visit him in Nashville. I told him he simply needed to sell the idea to me. He said that would be easy. 


He told me all about the night life, the beautiful scenery, the history, and sent me a ton of pics. 

This was my favorite. 

So, after very little contemplating, I agreed. I mean, I need a mini vacation and why not visit a new city. I checked my calendar, threw out a couple sets of dates and we decided the third week of September worked best for both of us. I found a hotel and he started working on an itenirary. He was excited to finally meet me in person and show off his precious city. I was excited to get away for a few days and I knew he would be the best tour guide. 

We talked about the trip almost everyday. He asked lots of questions, getting to know me in order to plan things he knew I would enjoy. And then about a week ago, nothing. We were discussing his daughters’ ball games and then he just stops texting. One minute we are talking about the importance of writing things in a planner and the next he isn’t answering my messages. I even reached out and asked if I could know what happened but that was also ignored. 

I don’t know if I’m more disappointed, hurt, or angry. I don’t normally like to put a lot of effort or time into getting to know a guy without meeting him first for this very reason. I thought Nash was more mature but I guess I didn’t know him at all.