Cha-cha-changes…

Mini-Me got married Friday night in spite of what seemed like one problem after

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Mini-Me’s Wedding 6-9-17

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 19059601_1882819108639446_5566190478237499836_ntime 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 lost19059081_1881714075416616_866955883426286232_n 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…

 

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Left to right:  Chicklet, Lizzy, Me and Mini-Me

 

 

 

 

SOC Sunday ~ Week in Review

This week has been busy.  Mini-Me is attempting to plan a wedding that is now just over a month away and has now turned into a wedding in my front yard.

The transmission went out in Chicklet’s truck, so I had to go help get her and her truck home and now we’re sharing my truck or I’m running her if I have to have it, too.

I’ve been staying so busy with family that I’ve been having a hard time getting things done around here when they’re supposed to be getting done and by the end of the day, I can barely stand up.

My allergies have been raging out of control as well.  All the pollen.  Everything looks beautiful blooming out there, but it’s wreaking havoc on my sinuses.

Paul and I have also been trying to sort out some things between us.  It’s still a work in progress, but at least we’re trying.

Because I feel so crappy, today’s post will be short.  I hope you all had a beautiful weekend!

Here are the links to a couple of posts from earlier in the week, just in case you missed them.

This one is about the FlyLady System that I follow in my own home (usually).

This one was my 52-week blog challenge post for this week.

And here is the one I did about using up the left-over shampoo, soap and conditioner you might have lying around the house.

52-Week Blog Challenge ~ Week 3

Meet My Family

I’m not sure if I’m supposed to include myself here or not, but I figured, what the hell?  Right?  So, here is a peek at my family!

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Dawn (Kena), The Hearth Witch

 

I am 42 years old, as of March 2017.

I’m a wife, mother, and grandmother (GiGi).

I’m also a Hearth Witch (Domestic Pagan, Domestic Diva), blogger and avid gamer.

I like to make homemade things like cleaners and beauty products, and I support Green Living and Sustainability.

I like to grow things.

I love to cook.

I struggle with Mental Illness.

I am an Animal Rights advocate.

I support the LGTBQ movement.

I drink lots and lots of coffee.

My family, or The Tribe, are my world.  They mean everything to me.

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Paul (Drako)

I met this guy in December of 1995.  He’s my soulmate, Twin Flame and the love of my life.

We met while I was having a nervous breakdown in 1995 (another story for another time) and he loved me anyway and helped me through it.

In 1997, we married and he became part of mine and Mini-Me’s life and he helped me raise her.  He’s been her Daddy since she was three years old.

He’s a Taurus, the strong and silent type.  He was in the Army when I met him and that period of his life helped to shape the man he became.

Because we were so young when we met (I was 20 and he was 22), we practically grew up together.  We’ve both changed a lot, and trust me when I say that we have been through a lot, but my love for him has never changed.

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Me and my Mini-Me

The product of my very short-lived first marriage (again, another story for another time).

This girl is what my world has rotated around since I was 17 (almost 18) and first heard the words, “You’re pregnant”.

She has made me the woman I am today and although my first marriage didn’t make it, I consider her a gift and a blessing every day.

She’s gifted in ways that I never was.  Very artistic, has the voice of an angel, can make just about anything.

She loves to bake, sew, sing and make things.

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The Pain

This guy will officially be our son-in-law in June 2017.  He and Mini-Me have been together for four years now and are the proud parents of Squishy.

At first, Paul and I were upset about the age difference between Mini-Me and The Pain, but he makes her happy and they love each other.

He’s good to our family and is always there if I need him for anything.

He’s very protective of The Tribe.

He loves to hunt and fish and is almost always covered in camo.

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Squishy

This little girl has stolen my heart, just like her Mommy did.

If you had told me when I had Mini-Me that there was any love that compared to the love you feel for your own child, I would have told you that it wasn’t possible.  No way could you feel love as intense as what you do for your child.

I was wrong.

At the tender age of three, she has each of us wrapped around her chubby little finger, me especially.

She already shows signs of artistic abilities and loves music and Scooby Doo.

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Chicklet

Sometimes, adopted family can mean just as much to you as your actual family.  That’s certainly the case with Chicklet.

About 10 years ago, Mini-Me found her locked out of our next door neighbor’s house trying to get in to get to her dog, Smooches, who has now gone on over the Rainbow Bridge.  Mini-Me came and got me and we got her furbaby for her.

Somehow, she ended up sleeping on our couch a few weeks later and she never really left.

Since then, she’s become like a daughter to us and has been there for our family through thick and thin.

She loves our family and is fiercely protective of us.

She enjoys performing arts, music, reading and is very active in politics.

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My Daddy

This guy right here is super-special!

He wasn’t always my daddy, but he’s always been a father-figure.

When I was born, he was my mom’s best friend and he and his first wife were asked to be my godparents.  I called him “Uncle” until I was 10 when he and my mom finally decided to get married.

Since then, he has been Daddy.

He’s smart beyond reason and I’ve called him a “walking encyclopedia” most of my life.

He loves me and my little family and there’s not much he wouldn’t do for us.

He’s intelligent, artistic, loves to read and I have had some of the best conversations of my life with him.

He instilled in me a love and respect for nature and taught me nearly everything I know about everything.


So, now you’ve met the core family.  There are other people, like TimberLeaves and Sweetpea, that I do consider part of our family, but this is my Tribe.

SOC Sunday ~ Week in Review 4-23

Where pain and sleep were concerned, it was a rough week.  Read about it here.

We had Easter last Sunday.  I slept for 5 hours, the longest I’d slept in days, in the middle Easter 2017of when I was supposed to be getting ready for the Easter cookout.

In spite of that, fun was had by all.  The food got done and was good and Squishy had a good time.  Even my dad had a good time, although he had some pain issues of his own going on.

I didn’t sleep all week beyond an hour or two here and there and by yesterday, I was exhausted.

Still, it was DH’s birthday and the kids planned a cookout for him.  We had ribs that The Pain made and they were delicious! Here are a few pics from yesterday…

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Last night, I actually slept for like six hours.  Apparently, most of this was done without moving.  This morning, my back is killing me, but it was worth it to wake up knowing I’d had more than 2 hours of sleep at one time.

Not much else to say today, it was a slow week because of the lack of sleep.  Here’s hoping that last night was a turning point with my insomnia.

Have a great week!

 

Running on Empty

I’ve been MIA recently and missed some of my own deadlines here on the blog.  I’m still kicking, but the pain issues I mentioned in my last post lead into a horrible bout of insomnia which has left me suffering from mild exhaustion.

funny-sleeping-animal-memes-7I’m going into Day 9 of little to no sleep.  My mind has reached such a state of breakdown from lack of sleep that it’s been hard to even think of writing anything useful.  The ideas have evaporated along with any hope I have of sleeping more than two hours at a time.

The ideas seem to have evaporated along with any hope I have of sleeping more than two hours at a time.

The pain has finally started to ease some, at least back to where it feels tolerable again, but it has caused such a disruption to my sleep patterns that now I find myself unable to sleep like I normally do.  Granted, “normal” for me still isn’t great and hasn’t been for two years now, but it was better than this.

Easter Sunday, the one day I really needed to be up and accomplishing things, I slept for

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Squishy and Mini-Me hunting eggs.

around 5 hours consecutively in the middle of the day and ran late on our family cookout.  The cookout was still fun and the food was still good, but by the time we got outside to start the egg hunt portion of the day, we were losing light fast.

 

The cookout was still fun and the food was still good, but by the time we got outside to start the egg hunt portion of the day, we were losing light fast.

Squishy was still adorable in her Easter outfit and since she’s only three, I don’t think she really remembered her first two Easters well enough to be disappointed that we only got to hide the eggs once, which was a plus.  She still had a good time as well and racked up on Easter gifts, but it didn’t ease my guilt over everything coming together so late in the day.

I was more than a little disappointed in myself that everything felt so rushed at the beginning and that I spent the entire first hour or so everyone was here in the kitchen doing the things I’d intended to be doing while I slept for nearly 5 hours.

The lack of sleep is causing some kind of brain-fog where it’s hard to think straight 90% of the time.  I’m awake at all hours and when I do finally sleep for a couple of hours, it’s at weird times and I’m starting to have nightmares that are leaving me feeling like I haven’t actually slept at all and the exhaustion is leaving me without the motivation to do anything other than sit at my desk and stare at the screen.

It’s also caused a drastic increase in my anxiety.  Logically, I know that I’m beyond tired, that I’m actually suffering from mild exhaustion and that I shouldn’t let things get to me, but when you’re as tired as I am, it’s often hard to control the emotional side of things.

The brain-fog I feel like I’m trapped in has caused some sort of weird writer’s block when

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I totally feel the way that monkey looks lately.

it comes to the kind of material I had hoped to be producing here.

 

The timing of starting a new blog and this happening couldn’t have been worse.

This morning, I felt compelled to share something, even if it was just to say that I’m practically not sleeping and can’t seem to form meaningful content at the moment.

I’m sure most of you have experienced issues of some sort with writing at some point or have had trouble sleeping for one reason or another to the point that you feel practically useless beyond the bare minimum.

So please, bear with me.  My life is a bit of a train-wreck at the moment.  I hope that it all straightens out soon.

Oh, and today is Paul’s birthday.  We’re going to Mini-Me and The Pain’s for a cookout later today to celebrate.  Maybe I’ll get some pics while we’re there if I can remember to charge my phone today, something I kept forgetting to do over and over yesterday.

 

Spring Has Sprung at The Lair

Around here, Spring and Fall are a big deal.  Spring is the time for Spring Cleaning and recovering from the cold winter months when no one feels like doing much of anything except trying to stay warm.

The cleaning inside has been in full swing for a couple of weeks already.  Easter, which our family still celebrates because of Squishy, is next Sunday, so now the crunch to get the outside ready has begun in earnest.

Squishy Easter 2016
Squishy Easter 2016

We already have a cook-out planned, which is pretty much a tradition.  Easter is usually our first “true” cookout of the year.  Squishy did a good job last year hunting eggs for the first time with minimal assistance, so we’re hoping that this year she’ll be even more independent with it.

Squishy did a good job last year hunting eggs for the first time with minimal assistance, so we’re hoping that this year she’ll be even more independent with it.

Notice the red cheeks?  Yeah, she’s like her GiGi when it comes to being outside in the heat.  We’re not a heat-resistant bunch, so I’m hoping it’s not quite as hot this year as it was last year.

Of course, we’ll have a dinner for Ostara more around the 19th, but that’s usually a smaller affair and a good excuse to cook some of my favorites like ham and deviled eggs. For Easter, we’ll be grilling steaks that my Dad has generously offered to provide.

For Easter, we’ll be grilling steaks that my Dad has generously offered to provide along with my homemade baked beans and potato salad.

I’m itching to start planting things and buying plants for the porch.  I haven’t really felt capable of caring for plants since the accident and this will be the first year that I’ve really thought seriously about replacing all the things that died while I was recovering.

Sage, rosemary, and lavender are all on my list of things I want to grow.  I’m thinking of drying the sage and rosemary to make smudge wands and the lavender will help keep the mosquitoes off the porch some.

What kinds of things do you do in the Spring and how does your family celebrate Easter/Ostara?  Leave your thoughts in the comments below!