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Merry Christmas!
My family celebrated yesterday. When you have a family full of law enforcement, police and nurses, you have to settle on everyone's off day. But, it was a wonderful day nonetheless.
I didn't track all of my food yesterday...which is the first time for me in nearly five months. I didn't make good choices. But, I did stay with just water...skipped soda pop. Liquor wasn't an option as we knew that any of us could be called in at any time. But, we made up for it with endless supplies of food. I did eat two pieces of chocolate...one was a cute little chocolate mouse perched on top half an oreo the other was a buckeye. And, two slices of my mom's potato candy. Potato is a veggie, right? Ha. I also ate a lot of meatballs and lil smokies doused in bbq sauce. Half a piece of ham. My own sausage queso and buffalo chicken dip. Some spinach dip (not much---maybe a table spoon). I may go back and try to track it all as I slowly recall everything now. But, yesterday I wanted to enjoy the moment with family rather than sit over my cell phone frantically trying to figure out all of the ingredients in a chocolate mouse. It might not have been as bad as I thought but I sure felt bloated afterwards. I stopped eating at 6pm. It wasn't a mindful decision. I just couldn't stuff in another bit without my stomach perforating. In all, it was just a great day spent with my family and I am so grateful for the time with them all. I was also very happy that my soon to be sister in law really loved the Amish Quilt I got for her. It was important to me that she like her gift. The ex sister-in-law, who decided to leave my brother on Christmas Day last year and seek a divorce, did not like me at all. Well, it was mutual to be honest. Now that she is gone, this was the first really relaxed Christmas in a decade when I really enjoyed being around my family.
Today, the plan is to clean the house spotless, get my exercise in, and get our bags packed for the cruise. In keeping with the 5:2 fast, I won't eat today until 6pm (the time at which I stopped eating yesterday). I will keep my dinner choice low this evening too. That may not be by choice though. I stopped buying groceries two weeks ago because I didn't want to leave for ten days and have a refrigerator full of food that would spoil anyway. I think I still have extra teenagers here that have spent the night. My son and his friend decided to paint cars last night in the barn and I'm pretty sure the friend is still here. He doesn't come from a really good family, so we included him this year in our family Christmas like I do most years. He is like an adopted son to me. Love that boy.
The best part of Christmas (aside from generally spending it with my family and friends) is giving the kids their stockings. Every year I try to do something a little different for them. Frankly, both of my teens have been a handful this year. Daughter got in a good bit of trouble and was grounded from January to May of 2013. I know that sounds like a long time, but trust me, it was better that I handled it and stopped her behavior before she ended up in Court. So, I saw fit to ground her for months. She still isn't allowed to spend the night at anyone's house. She has a learning disorder and just really isn't mature for her age. She will be 16 in July, but mentally she is more on the level of a 10 year old girl which just makes her succumb to bad behaviors and peer pressure from others so that she can try to fit in. I love her more than anything in this world. I'm not her birth mother, but I'm the only mother she really has as she hasn't seen or heard from her birth mother since she was much younger. I grounded her for MONTHS...which was better than the beating her father really wanted to give her. And, my son....well, he is now 17 and has tried to push boundaries since he was 14. He believes he is grown and knows more than everyone else. He is fairly mature, but he still sometimes makes awful decisions that are directly contrary to the rules of our house. Well, let me be blunt. He really likes to chase girls. He is a handsome kid and girls like to chase him too. I am praying that I can get this kid through college before he ends up getting a girl knocked up. Now, you can tell me all day long how good child-rearing and teaching abstinence is the way to go. I'm with ya. But, when you meet a 17 year old who is driven by his penis more than his brain all that stuff goes out the window. They will find a way. If you board up their windows with steel bars, they will climb through the heating vents of the house as if they are breaking out of Alcatraz because they will see it as a challenge and their "goal" is just that much more elevated on a pedestal of greatness. He has spent more time without his car keys than with them this year. He isn't a teen pregnancy statistic yet. Which is another thing I am so very thankful for on this Christmas Day. Needless to say, this year Santa's delivered stockings to bad kids. I included son's girlfriend and best friend as well because in my eyes they're accomplices. Ha. So, the kids received bad kid stockings from Santa that included dishwashing liquid ("I'll wash your mouth out with soap if you use that language"), toilet bowl cleaners (they're heads are always in the gutter, may as well keep the sewage smelling fresh), corn pads, mouse traps, potted meat, sardines, coal, clothes pins, garbage bags, and old batteries taped together with a label reading "Toys not included." It was a gag gift of course. The kids received plenty of appropriate gifts. But, seeing their face as they emptied out their bad kid stockings was priceless. I think I got more joy shopping for the stocking stuffers with my husband than anything else I did this season.
I won't go on and on about the things my husband got me for Christmas. I will say that his gifts were thoughtful and every day I am with him is truly a gift. When I was single, I could never have imagined meeting someone who I truly cherish, who I look forward to seeing every day, who I really want to spend every day of the rest of my life with, and who I can successfully talk into wearing matching Christmas Pajamas with me, out in public, and on to my parent's Christmas Party. My husband is a manly man. He doesn't fret over beard stubble. He doesn't like to dress up or wear ties. As much as I am an advocate for women's rights and take the head strong views that I can do anything a man can do, he still insists on taking care of outside chores and holding the door for me wherever I go. He takes his role as The Man of The House very seriously. But, he loved me enough to be silly with me and strut right into my parents house with me wearing matching Grinch Stole Christmas pajamas. He is the man of my dreams without a doubt.
I know this journal is lengthy. I hope today you are all blessed with the warmth and love of your family and friends.
2MC
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Loved this journal today - so full of sharing of your life and some things that struck close to mine. I know holidays are always a reason to over indulge in all things food and beverage but am glad mine ceased to include 'spirits' long ago. We're not a family of law enforcement though - Cutty was in recovery and I just don't care to be around people who use it as an excuse to say the things on their mind or do the things they've desired to do anyway but blame it on the drinking instead of taking responsibility for their own actions. I had a moment the other night when I was REALLY angry at something and thought 'that's it, I'm going to go have a drink' but stopped myself and took a soak in the tub instead. Something about being wet and naked keeps me inside and out of trouble. I think a couple of drinks and I'd be over indulging in far more food than I am now simply as that same weak excuse - I know myself. Now, as a 'stepmonster' **not saying you are, just taking it from that movie line and how I felt so many times being the same**. I tried that grounding thing as Blondie was 12 when Cutty and I married; it was a huge fail because, even as you said - the house was locked down like Alcatraz with the doors alarmed but she'd climb out her window. 3am in the morning I was awakened with a phone call from the Mom of the boy she'd snuck out to meet at the park. I was like 'oh, no... she's in her room'. Sure, she was ... full makeup and dressed. I'd already tried to hint to her Dad in a 'I know I'm new here but... your sweet little innocent daughter ... ISN'T anymore. She's a teenager and she lies and ....' but that is tough news to deliver as the SM without placing him in the middle so I had to temper it. I finally told him her 'tell' - and to this day, I've never told HER what her 'tell' is . When she's lying - she lisps. It's hilarious. I rarely call her on it; I just draw my conclusions on what really matters and keep going. Now here's the thing about dealing with teenagers who sneak out in the middle of the night putting their lives at risk and breaking their 'grounding'. Reaction. Cutty did want to beat her - it was the only way he knew to handle kids as it was what he'd learned growing up. *I* having grown up being beaten wouldn't let him. I knew he was angry and scared and if swatting hands and saying 'no' when they touch hot stoves as toddlers didn't work the belt wasn't going to do anything but make it worse. I am not a 'spare the rod, spoil the child' but when they are old enough to reason -I think corporal punishment loses it's impact. So once I got them separated I went into my home office and retrieved a legal pad, tape measure, camera and scale. She sat waiting at the kitchen table, already zoning out for ignoring my mind numbing lecture that never came. I walked back into the kitchen and had her stand and started measuring her; getting her wait; blah blah. Got her picture and made a note to have her go to the dentist the next day available and get an update on her records. She was confused and asked 'what's this about?' I told her 'Do you need a lecture on how stupid it is for a 12 year old to be out in the park in the middle of the night? How dangerous it is? Do you, really?' She answered 'no.' I asked 'do you need to know that what you did was wrong by breaking your grounding, curfew, and sneaking out the window?' Again, 'no'. So I said 'okay then, I'm saving my breath on that one. Instead, I'm getting as many statistics as I can about you so that when I have to go to the morgue and identify the remains of whatever is left of you when they pull your decaying corpse from the creek or woods I'll be able to confirm it is truly you. That's the best I can do.' She was stunned and said 'you don't care about me, you never did.' And I said 'Oh, yes I do. But if you're old enough to rebel against your grounding, the only way to stop you is to put a chain on your ankle and I don't want you injuring yourself to escape that. It's time you choose.' To my knowledge she never snuck out again. Whenever we'd have parental decisions to make with her I'd try to encourage Cutty to set really strict rules because I knew as teenager it was her job to rebel against them. So if we 'really' wanted her in the house by 11pm, we'd tell her 10pm. Things like that. Cutty was a man's man too - at times he'd grow his hair & beard and with his beautiful blue eyes if he wore a headband people would mistake him for Willie Nelson. He wasn't the door opener I would have liked as I had experienced that with other men before him and I liked 'that' but on the other hand he was very adament about me always being on the 'inside' if we were walking a sidewalk as he said being on the 'outside' was a sign that I was for 'sale'. Very respectful of me that way and never afraid or ashamed to take my hand in public but not a 'mauler' or 'hanger' like some PDA's I see from other couples. I could get out and work along side the guys just as hard but there were things I considered 'the guy's job' and one I will hate is when I have to deal with a mouse in the house. I'm glad you have the man of your dreams. I know this comment was lengthy too - I truly enjoyed your journal and the memories it triggered in me as well. Merry Christmas my friend.
25 dic. 13 por el miembro: FullaBella
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Merry Christmas, Bella. Thank you for the comment. I love reading about Cutty. I haven't quite figured out my daughter's "tell" yet. She just tends to get caught red-handed anymore. But, she does seem to be getting batter since last year. The son is growing more and more independent though. And, by independent, I mean a "know it all". He just dashed out the door to go celebrate Christmas with the girlfriend and her family. They are good to him. I just hope the little horndog keeps it in his pants. I might call girlfriend's daddy up and suggest he clean his shotgun throughout the Christmas celebration. LOL
25 dic. 13 por el miembro: 2ManyCurves
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Merry Christmas...Its so hard to count the foods that someone else makes...Its hard to have a get together when most of the family has to work...But so glad you could enkoy your family...:O)
25 dic. 13 por el miembro: BHA
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Great journal, 2MC! Wow, those kids sound like a real handful, but I'm glad you were able to make it funny, while still making a point. I hope they saw the point clearly. So glad to hear that you have a happy marriage! That's great (especially in this day and age). I hope you had a great time. BTW, FANTASTIC WEIGHT LOSS: 61.6 lbs since July!!! Beautiful. Keep up the great work. You're doing sooooo well! @FullaBella... that story is awesome! Great way to handle it. I love it.
26 dic. 13 por el miembro: Rob.c.weiss
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