It’s been a crazy year. Crazy highs. Crazy lows. Lots of jaw-dropping TMI and a few fat tears. I’ve made lots of new friends, become re-acquainted with some old ones and most importantly, become re-acquainted with myself. Besides starting my blog, I’ve also had some more memorable firsts. Some were positive, like trying acupuncture, yoga, meditation, counseling, grounding and the hot amethyst crystal thingy my neighbor gave me. Some were negative, like changing doctors, filing bankruptcy and becoming a disability insurance reject. I’ve stuck with some of the positives, yoga and meditation. The things I’ve seen as negatives have taught me more about the strength of myself and my family and really aren’t as negative as I thought they would be.
I have hobbies people! I have a sewing machine, that I actually use! I get all of my Mom’s material that I desire and have begun to feed a massive re-fashion habit. I’ve always had reading but I’ve expanded my horizons this year by actually reading books that are *gasp* non-fiction. I still read all my fun books, but it’s nice to have a little variety and be able to read my book in public without blushing. I’ve been making a point to play some video games with my kids. I just can’t play the fun dancing games I used to love anymore. I love singing on Rock Band so I do that with my kiddos as much as they’ll let me. My hubby plays Call of Duty Zombies and Halo 4 with all three of my kiddos and that keeps them happy.
I’ve made goals that I actually keep. I hug and kiss and tell my family I love them every day. I shower (almost) every day. I do yoga or meditation every day. I work on some housework every day. I write in my journal every day. Some of these goals were harder than others. Some of them I slack on from time to time. The journal really kicks my butt some days. I’ve learned to be more patient with me and the people around me. Except in the morning. I will never be patient in the morning. The sooner the kids are out the door, the sooner I can take meds, eat breakfast and drink my coffee in peace and wait for those meds to kick in before I have to do anything, the better.
To my Mom and Mother-in-laws and anyone who ever changed my diaper as a child, you may want to stop reading here.
It wouldn’t be my blog if I didn’t drop some major TMI. My hubby and I have been having the most wonderful sex lately. We will have been married 13 years, this June and I just want to shout it from the mountain top that we are happily, hornily married. The worst and I mean THE WORST part of fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome was not being in the mood and even when we did manage for all the stars to align, the kids to be out cold, and the bedroom door locked, not being satisfied at the end. No O. Horrible. Being able to enjoy sex again, priceless. I’d like to thank my very understanding, patient and tireless hubby. I’d also like to thank all the lovely ladies at the library who don’t even blink an eye when checking me out every erotic novel in the library’s stacks. I’d also like to thank the one guy who works at the library for finally refraining from commenting on every naughty cover of every naughty book I check out.
Okay Mom etc. You can start reading again.
I really want to thank my family and friends for all the love and support you’ve thrown my way this year. I love you all and can’t wait to share more laughs, tears, smiles, hugs, fears and of course, TMI with you.