Catching up...

It amazes me sometimes how quickly time passes and how much time has passed since I last reflected on the craziness of my life. A lot has changed, but the wheel keeps turning and life keeps happening.

This year has been a struggle, but for the first time in a long time, it's been a struggle in the right direction.

I went back to work in February of this year and reminded myself how much I love to be productive and helpful. The past month or so has been stressful, because I was hired as a temporary employee, but they would like to keep me as a permanent employee. Unfortunately, it's a nonprofit organization which is limited by a very tight budget (aren't they all?) and a board of directors with some big decisions to make. So, our five kinds of krazy are hunkered down waiting to see if I remain employed.

Digging Through the Aftermath

Life with an addict is tough. I've been fortunate enough not to have ever had to live with one, but unfortunately, my children are not so lucky. For two years, my step children have lived with us while their mother spiraled out of contol drinking herself into near comas to escape whatever pain she was feeling. At 11 years old, my daughter was taking care of her little brother, making sure he was fed, bathed, and off to school on time. They've made comments about stepping around their mother while she was 'sleeping' on the floor to pop a hot dog in the microwave for breakfast. I could elaborate, but they're not in that situation anymore, and that part isn't relevant to their experience today.

Today, their mother disappointed them yet again.

The past several weeks have been a series of missed visits and phone calls. When this happens, the kids automatically assume Mom's back in rehab. But this time was different.