Mini-Me got married Friday night in spite of what seemed like one problem after
another. Nearly everything that could go wrong did, and yet we still managed to pull off a wonderful wedding for her somehow.
I even ended up getting ordained again so that I could officiate their wedding. I had to let Chicklet perform the actual ceremony though because I could not stop crying.
They spent their honeymoon at Lake Keowee State Park. A beautiful place and their campsite had a lovely view.
We spent some of our Sunday there after having the grandbaby all weekend so that Mini-Me and The Pain could have some alone-time. When we got there, they told us they had rented the site for an extra night and offered it to us.
We weren’t able to stay overnight due to the fact that the air mattress they’d taken sprung a leak Friday night and wouldn’t stay inflated and we didn’t have time before dark Sunday to see if we could find the leak. We stayed until late, a few hours after the kids all left, and it was soothing to both of us after all of the stress we’ve been under lately.
We sat in the pitch black dark by a dying fire with the sounds of the water lapping at the shore and talked about things we’ve been needing to say for a long time and contemplated how easy it is for two people who love each other more than their next breaths, to lose sight of each other in the stress and hustle and bustle of adulting. We reconnected in a way that I’d become uncertain that we ever would again and it was amazing. Rediscovering each other was almost as wonder as when we first found each other nearly 21 years ago.
The hard reality is, we’ve been in trouble for a while. Somewhere along the way, we lost each other and forgot exactly what it was that brought us together. The “D” word has even been mentioned, although no one took any steps in that direction and I honestly didn’t want either of us to. Neither did he, but we’d also both reached a point where it was starting to look kind of hopeless. It seemed like the harder we tried to fix it, the worse things got.
A lot of things can be said in the dark that can’t be said in the light, I suppose, and I’ve had some of my most profound conversations in the dark, I just never thought we’d one day need the dark to be able to communicate with each other. Adulting is hard, ya’ll.
Monday was kind of an easy and playful day. We both knew that since we’d finally broken through the communication barrier, that there were other things we needed to talk over, but neither of us wanted to then. Instead, we waited until Tuesday and spent the day talking while we did things around the house to recover from the wedding/weekend with a grandbaby/day at the lake.
I also spent a fair amount of time Tuesday working on organization and overhauling my budget, calendar, routines, etc. With all of the stuff that’s been going on the last few months as we tried to start pulling everything together for Mini-Me’s wedding, everything got out of whack. The bills, my ability to feel like I was getting any of my “regular” stuff done and even my ability to find time to eat and rest properly.
I’ve barely eaten or slept more than three hours at a time in what feels like months and it was really starting to take its toll on my mental and emotional state, which was taking its toll on every other part of my life.
I’m a creature of habit. Routines are good for me and always have been. Getting too far away from them causes total chaos in my life. That’s one of the reasons the FlyLady system fit me so perfectly.
So, it’s been crazy. Really crazy. I’m going to try to find time to start writing again regularly. I’ve had people tell me for years that I needed to write some of my memories and experiences down and I’ve been thinking about that very thing lately. I’ve especially been thinking about writing down mine and Draco’s story the last few days as I’ve fought to get my life back under control.
At any rate, I’ll leave you with a pic of me and my girls from Friday, right before we all went out for the wedding…