Poor Daddler. I don't know what got into me, but I made a huge effort with his din-din tonight, complete with Nanner Puddin', three cherries on top, and multi-colored sprinkles. Shrimp cocktail and seafood salad on a bed of lettuce. I needed to nurture. I was feelin' the love.
Because I don't say it. And I've been thinking that as messed up as my childhood was, it was pretty peachy in the whole scheme of things. I knew that I was loved. Unconditionally. How many people in this world have that?
So I muted The D's tv, told him I wanted to say some things and that he didn't have to respond. I told him that as hard as it's been for both of us, I take great comfort in having him with me. That I know it must be hard for him to depend on me so much, but I hope he knows that I depend on him, too. That I'm happy he made the move with me, and that he's found a church home so close by. That I'd be terribly lonely without him. Right when I was getting verklempt, the phone rang. The elusive rental agent. The D looked relieved when I excused myself to take the call.
It's been a strange, but monumental day. I was seeking clarity, when out of the blue, I heard from two people who complicated my life immensely. I thought I was over them. Done. But it turns out I'm not. I acted prudently, though. Thought rationally. Thought about Mr. Man. Considered the fact that he's a long shot, but truth be told, these two are longer shots. And they both pose major hurdles. Ones that I don't have the strength to attempt. And with him, I have unfettered fun. Have I mentioned that he makes me laugh so hard I poot? He does. And I do. But that's the only time. Ever. It's all his fault...
So for now, I'll do my best to content myself with the two, imperfect men in my life. Kiddo and The Daddler. They both make me crazy, but they make me happy, too. Just knowing we're in it for the long haul is everything.
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...