Posted by SuperADDMom on July 12, 2010
So a few weeks ago I “liked” a page on facebook for “muffin tin meals” when I saw it on a friend’s status as it looked kind of fun for the kids, and I wanted some more info.
When I saw what they were doing with “muffin tin mondays” I decided I’d try it with the kids. I have muffin tins I NEVER use ( as you can see by the picture! lol) I liked the idea because it is derived from Bento boxes from Japanese traditions, and as an ADD person I find Asian culture’s streamline organized ways to be calming to my mind.
Anyway, in my usual ADD fashion I forgot about it for a week or so, and then in a rush one evening this week past, and from having literally NO clean plates in the house due to our current canoe project taking up a lot of my time, I needed a solution!
Once again a possible ADD disastrous supper due to no clean dishes, and little time to prepare anything decent, I became a Super ADD Mom, and got some major cool mom points for remembering the muffin tin idea.
I dug out some muffin tins and scoured the fridge for leftovers, and made a muffin tin meal for the kids. We had worked late on the canoe and everyone was tired and cranky, so I just threw in some fast bite foods to fill the tummies fast, and cut up their hot dogs in bite size manageable pieces with some raisins for the boy, and hummus for the girl.
THEY LOVED IT!
HOW SIMPLE an idea, but how BRILLIANT! A mom and former preschool teacher from California came up with muffin tin meals!
Now, the kids are asking for muffin tin meals at every supper, and if I can dish it in a muffin tin, I am!
The smaller sized sandwiches or hotdogs cut make it easier to eat, and they are HAPPY to have them cut for the muffin tin. If I suggested cutting a hot dog served on a plate in half to make it more manageable to hold they’d normally get really upset..possibly even major meltdowns, but in a muffin tin, they are happy to have it cut.
The girl HATES her foods touching each other, so this is PERFECT for her. Potatoes and corn and chicken all separated. Even gravy for dipping. She’s not whining about foods touching.
The hyper boy is making less mess and actually SITTING for supper!
In fact he was so excited for “our muffintin meal” for supper the other night he cleaned the WHOLE table off ( it was stacked with crafts, recycle, and the breakfast dishes)….and he worked really hard to wipe the table off! He was so Proud of himself! he said to me ” i’m being asponsible aren’t I mommy” with a big grin on his face.
Then in the evening after the kids were in bed. TMO and I were cutting beef up and I put the crock pot and slushie maker on the table for counter room, and in the morning the boy said ” AWWW man I JUST cleaned this WHOLE table and someone went and messed it ll up!”
I laughed so hard…nice role reversal. I cleared off the table and told them if they like muffin tin meals to keep the table and dining areas clean. Today they kept it clean again, and even put new place mats in place, and made a bouquet of fresh flowers from the garden. 
So far… this is like a small miracle in my house! We are planning on shopping for some nicer looking colourful muffin tin type trays for the kids soon, or maybe making more traditional bento boxes.
The Mundane One has also said he’d like to eat that way too and spent some time on google looking at bento boxes.
Thanks @muffintinmom !! She and I connected on Twitter last night, and best part of all…. SHE’S a Super ADD Mom too!
If you want to check it out, follow @muffintinmom on twitter, or read her blog at www.muffintinmom.com
Posted by SuperADDMom on June 17, 2010
We live on lake Ontario. We have always enjoyed going to the quite beaches during off peak days/times, and taking walks. we are in a very touristy area, so some times it can be jam packed. We love it on quiet days after a hard rain when no one is around. We have not done it in quite some time…I hope we can do it more often.
Posted by TheMundaneOne on June 16, 2010
Peck & Poke
It was too rainy today to do much of anything outside with tools, but we had a break for long enough to take a few pics.
The first is our two girls standing on their roost watching me. These chickens are called Red Shavers, and they are a Canadian breed developed somewhere near Cambridge. Their colour is sex-linked – the pullets/hens are red and the cockerels/roosters are white – so sorting chicks is really easy. At least we know we’ll be getting all hens when the chicks arrive next month! Poke is on the left, and Peck is on the right. It isn’t the sharpest picture, but I was hurrying since it was sprinkling.
Next shot is of the back of the coop. Poke is still looking out the window being curious. I always heard that chickens were a bit thick-headed, but these are very bright and curious. They aren’t budgies by any means, but they’re definitely friendly and interested in us, and not the stupid birds my great uncle had in his coop. Maybe it’s because he had 30 or more and didn’t see people as part of their flock, while we have only 2 who think we’re just funny-looking chickens.
The last 2 shots are the front corners of the coop. We’ve got a padlock on it because we’re a little concerned about a couple of neighbouring kids – one in particular who comes across the back field and climbs the fence. After all the work, we don’t want the chickens getting out and lost. The other shot shows the nest-box side. Our two girls are using an old kitty litter pan for laying eggs at the moment, but when we have more pullets we’ll need more space so I’m making a box which can be attached to the side for them to share. I haven’t made the pegs for securing the door/holding the box yet, so the blocks of wood will keep it tight.
The roof isn’t weather-proof yet, and couldn’t be done in the weather we had today, so the tarp is keeping the rain out a bit. Tomorrow, we’ll get the roof done properly and put the whole thing up on stilts (it’s currently resting on the base without the legs attached to the bottom.
Anyone wanna chicken-sit tomorrow while we finish?
SIT. I said SIT.
-The Mundane One
Posted by SuperADDMom on June 5, 2010
the house we bought has a l shaped garden, long and thin, and a back area to garden in. I didn’t get to it last year, things got away from me, and it became too late. The Mundane one was very disappointed about it, as he love the garden, even thought he cannot do as much as he used to be able to do before he got sick.
So when I went to tackle the back garden area there was 3 foot high grass and old dead brush to clear first.
So I raked the dead brush and burned it, and then started with getting the grass cut down.
then I cut the grass…i tried digging with the shovel to trn the roots, but it killed my back, after sweating my butt off, i grabbed the lawn mover and mowed the tall grass with the lawn mower tilted up, to keep it from stalling out…like in a chomping motion. finally got it all chopped down, and then had to rake it all out to be able to start tilling.
then I tilled it over a few days, in between fixing the tiller 3 or 4 times. ( hubby did most of the tiller fixin’ work.)
This evening I took it back to the guy I bought it from and he’s gonna tinker with it. He plays with them and fixes up old stuff. If he’s not ADHD at 81, i’ll eat my shirt. He’s got unfinished projects everywhere, and a barn that screams ADHD organization. Every flat surface is covered, and there are piles everywhere. but he’s happy and it’s his space, and it’s been that way all his life, and he knows where EVERYTHING is. He stood around talking to me for a good 20 minutes, which *I* personally find funny, cause I can shoot the shit with just about anyone, but *I’m* usually not the one trying to get a word in edgewise and making motions towards needing to leave without being rude while the ADDer rambles on about 20 different topics that go from one to the other “stream of consciousness” topic changes. It, didn’t bother me a bit but it was a neat thing to witness and realize as I’m standing there.
I think I could sit and talk to him and his wife for hours. She is a Mini Pearl impersonator, and she is GREAT!
The sweetest, funniest thing I think I have ever seen, is that in red nail polish she has written on his barn door “We eat at 12 noon and 5 pm SHARP, for an HOUR! Thanks Hilda” he chuckled and said she did it cause people come by and he just can’t be rude and not chat or see them. So, now people just know NOT to come by then.
with most of th4e tilling done we strung string across the garden to mark north and south so we can lay the 4 by 4 foot squares facing south for optimal sun.
Hubby was there with a compass and getting down to fine points on the north and south, I told him “it’s a garden, not rocket science dear!” he rolled his eyes in that “you and your ADD” to me, while I rolled my eyes at him in that “you and your OCD” this is why we’ve managed to make it 11 years…we keep it interesting butting heads constantly 
then we strung thre areas for the 4 by 4 foot squares. We will have 13 in total. I wanted to start slow, and go with 4 or 6 this year and then add them as we go, but Mr perfection that he is made a plan and even hauled out the graph paper, named the squares and areas of the garden, and planned EVERY single plant in the 13 squares. i mock in a kidding tone, because this will help us save money, but currently I’m in massive pain, frustrated as hell that it is taking so long, and feeling a bit overwhelemd at the idea of getting in & caring for 13 squares! Gardening and ADHD don’t go well together. I’m anxious at the thought of the arguments of having let lettuce go to seed accidently, or killing plants be forgetting to water them. I’m going to have to make gardening a morning daily chore. once I get into doing it, I don’t mind, I find it meditative, but I have SOOO many things to do already.
so, this picture was taken this afternoon, just before I took a break to eat something, and then take the tiller to the old guy to have a look at it. 5 squares edged. the 6th being measured out to I can dig, and the white sheet of plywood marking where the 7th will go. after that I still have 5 more to till again, rake, de-root, mark out, and edge before we can start planting.
Back at it again tomorrow. I hope it doesn’t rain! I’ll be out in it anyway.
Posted by TheMundaneOne on May 31, 2010
Ottawa kids soccer league stops blowout wins
A team that wins a soccer game by more than five goals will be declared the loser in an Ottawa children’s recreational soccer league.
Wha?
Cappon said he found out about the rule from the referee when he scored the last allowable goal for his team during a recent exhibition game, bringing the score to 6-1 early in the second half… His team spent the next 20 minutes just passing the ball and keeping it from their opponents, he recalled…
“I felt like I was mocking them sort of when I really didn’t want to … I didn’t feel good doing it, and I don’t think they felt good receiving it.”
WTF? They expect the kids to just stop TRYING? Is this supposed to be showing good sportsmanship? Because, telling kids NOT to do their best ISN’T good sportsmanship, it’s exactly the opposite.
Since the new policy went into effect, the league has received little feedback about it, (league chair) Cale said. In any case, he said, the league isn’t going to reverse its decision this early in the season just because because one or two parents aren’t happy.
Of course not. But we won’t point out the fact that they obviously didn’t PUBLICIZE this “rule” at all, right? It’s an excellent way to keep the complaints down: make some changes that people won’t like and hope that no one ever noticed that you did it.
Pardon my French, but this is fucking re-fucking-dicku-fucking-lous. Playing sports has become a complete joke – they don’t keep score for the younger kids, they discourage competition in team games, undermining the entire point of learning teamwork, and try and make every kid “feel good” regardless of their level of talent. But really, what does it accomplish? The kids who are not as good still KNOW they are not as good… do we really need to treat them like they are morons, too?
This kind of crap just burns my ass. Let the kids fucking play, and keep score. You know what I have never seen?
* Kids playing a game of baseball/soccer/hockey/football in a back yard and not keeping score…
* Kids who did keep score in their backyard game being somehow harmed by being on the losing team.
Could we PLEASE stop trying to protect kids by refusing to let them compete with one another?
I personally believe that this is the kind of shit that leads to MORE bullying, because now children need new ways to sort out their social hierarchies since they can’t classify by sports/academics/skills any more. What you end up with is a situation where the clear-cut playground leader is the kid who can be the biggest thug.
I love my children… I want them to succeed at life. But the definition of success includes overcoming adversity, and learning to lose fair-and-square builds character.
We need to stop turning children into little bundles of entitlement. You don’t always win in the real world, and hiding that fact from them until they’re adults does NOTHING to serve their ability to function in grown-up life.
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Posted by SuperADDMom on May 26, 2010
doing paper work…i hate paper work
the amount of paper work that it takes to get things from our disability support is a full time job in an of itself. they changed the way you file for gas for medical travel.
It’s a TOTAL pain in the ass. they are cutting me short for mileage to my ADHD dr appointments, using google maps and having me travel on back dirt ( bog) pot hole infested unmaintained roads to shorten the distance, that are not even plowed in the winter and are considered snowmobile trails in the winter.
I don’t travel those roads, so they are cutting me short on klm per trip of the crappy 18 cents a klm to travel it… the trip is 137 klm round trip. it minimal, but it’s the point, they try to cut corners every chance they get.
Last year they took away the back to school clothing allowance for children, and the winter clothing allowance for children.
the 18 cents per klm doesn’t even cover the actual gas we use to go there and back. ( lets not even factor in maintenance and wear and tear on our vehicle, and the fact that we are too rural to take a bus, or taxi cab.)
and now for every trip I take BESIDES that appointment for medical travel, I have to fill out a medical cost form, submit gas, parking receipts for THAT day. We live rural, so we don’t buy gas ON THE DAY, we buy gas and fill up for multiple trips, and try to do so when gas prices are lower, since they go up and down more than a cheap hooker on Jarvis Street ( local Toronto ref sorry)
So, I just KNOW that when I submit one gas receipt for two seperate trips, because it was a 40 dollar gas purchase we made knowing we had multipul medical trips coming up, it’s going to confuse the morons that seem to work in our local office.
Once The Mundane One had to step by step, with a calculator, talk the worker for disability through a math calculation, because they were trying to say they over paid us, and were cutting us off for a funding we needed and were entitled to, and they still owed us for for another 5 months.
People seriously lose their brain matter when working for an agency or company that requires them to work from the step by step instructions in a book, they cannot think for themselves. it’s insane really!
He had to finally talk to her supervisor to get it straightened out! this is the level of competence we are dealing with here. We are smarter than them literally, but they treat us like we are retarded because we are disabled.
did I mention I hate paper work?
Posted by SuperADDMom on May 24, 2010
All nighter drive in weekend.
Our local drive in is wonderful, I love it there…laid back, a fun park for the kids, and NEW released movies for a GREAT price. the second you drive in the gate you go back 20 years.
The playground it all the old wooden and metal slides, and teeter totters, and old swings. the kind you could get a splinter from, or a cut from the painted over rust on the sides of the slide.. it’s GREAT Survival of the fittest We survived…I’m not into raising wimps
On the Victoria Day weekend they always have an all nighter, 4 movies back to back.
the boy being 5 still gets in for free, and the girl cub is $3….so it’s a good bang for our limited buck.
We don’t have a lot of funds for entertainment, in fact the internet is what we consider our entertainment fund, and we try to do a lot of stuff for as cheap as possible or free ( and a bit of gas money), but we always try to swing going to the all nighter.
We spent the last of our money this month ( save some gas for the kids swim glasses midweek) to go to the all nighter…Sadly… it almost didn’t happen because CFShubby (The mundane one) was in so much pain going, the idea of being cramped in a car for almost 12 hours between going and being there and getting home, we had a bit of a meltdown from frustration before we left. Living with CFS is not easy for anyone.He was too sore… I was frustrated at the idea of him not being able to go. I’m a problem solver, so I was trying to come up with ideas to make it better for him and didn’t want him to miss it & The kids would be dissapointed if we didn’t go. HE was crabby because my ideas were none that appealed to him ( thought he is a bit stubborn, and sometimes I think if he at least TRIED the idea, it might work. shhh)
He came with us….and made it through…but it is pretty bad when he can’t even do these things as well anymore. It’s a whole other blog post, but I’m so tired of my husband’s life being limited to coming to the living room to try and play some video games with the kids for a few hours before needing to crash again.
Anyway…for $23 ( and the gas there) we saw 4 new movies. Shrek 4, Iron Man 2, Clash of the titans, and She’s out of my league.
I tolerated but chuckled in a few places at Shrek 4.. it actually has a real good moral lesson to ADULTS who gripe to much about their lives( so basically all of Twitter)
Iron man 2 was good….I enjoyed it…except for the bathroom trips with each kid, and therefore missing some of the best action scenes. RDJ is hot as usual as Tony Stark…but I much preferred him in Sherlock Holmes. ( glad there is another one in the making )
Clash of the titans.. I didn’t watch, I mostly dozed through it…too much mumbly dialogue…thick accents for my CAPD and it was going on 3 am…. no ADHD meds left in me, and not entertaining enough for my attention span at that hour.
She’s out of my League.. was actually what I’d have to stick in the category of “good” and though I would not pay a full theatre price to see a basic, typical boy gets girl, boy loses girl” romantic comedy…if you do get the opportunity to see it for cheap, or rent when it comes on DVD, it is worth the watch just for the one HILARIOUS shaving scene…it by far tops the 40 year old virgin waxing scene
We got home as the sun was coming up, and I made breakfast for everyone, as I watched the birds and the chimpmunk living in our wood pile wake for the morning get breakfast too. I watched a Starling steal hay from our bales we put around the house in the winter, and take them up to a tree and add it to it’s nest.Then we all crashed in bed exhausted.
It’s going to be a short, kind of lazy day. It’s like Sunday to us today being the holiday weekend.
Posted by SuperADDMom on May 13, 2010
The Mundane One and I over Lunch.
me: you should have seen the boy on the balance beam this morning, he was really going..so fast, he was flying like a bat in the wind
hubby: bat in the wind?
( I always get those “old sayings”/metaphors/assimilies wrong since I grew up with a deaf father, who heard them wrong all his life and passed them onto me, so i knew I said it wrong by his question)
me: ya, you know. like really fast.. I guess that one is wrong too right?
hubby: uh YA.. you’ve been saying that for months now, and I keep trying to ask you what the hell…
me: ya. i dunno. i got that one from my dad I guess…. bat out of hell then right?
hubby: ya I guess that would work
me: whatever, he was going really jam fast!
hubby: jam? what is THAT?
me: giggle.. ya. I dunno, just came out, meant to say damn.. but…
hubby: jam tho?
me: YA… I’m trying to curse less for fuck’s sake ok? so, I said JAM instead of DAMN
hubby: (laughing) so.. ok.. how’s that working for ya so far?
me: really fuckin’ great!
hubby: ( shakes head and laughs at me in the knowing.. you’re hopeless, but I love ya anyway look)
Posted by SuperADDMom on May 12, 2010
I live on the outskirts of a small town. I used to live in the small town, and for the last 5 years attended mommy play groups with other parents. So, when I go to town, I see some people I “know” on a hello basis.
Tonight when taking the girl to her swim class in town at the rec centre, I knew I had to go and pick up milk at the store my kids call “Big Tig” ( the store has a huge tiger painted on the side)
A few weeks ago we ran into the coordinator of a mommy and me evening program called Busy feet, and we had not gone since we moved from town.
Since the programs on Wednesdays overlap by an hour, she invited us to bring the boy while the girl is at her class, and tonight he mentioned to me that he wanted to go to busy feet.
He mentioned this as we were getting back in the van from dropping off the girl, and I happily agreed that we’d stop by to see after I picked up some milk.
And the very second I agreed to go check it out, and see people we have not seen in a while, I got in the van and flipped down the sun visor and noticed something that made me want to get out of going anywhere in public.
big black chin hairs! OHHHHHH crap! As a 35 year old ADD woman, with changing hormones, I no longer worry about pimples, but I’ve started growing stray dark black chairs out of my chin….this would not be so bad, but I forget to do a good check and pluck them out, and then I notice them at really awkward times, like when I’m in town, without tweezers, and needing to go somewhere in public.
I frantically searched my backpack for a pair of tweezers. I own several pair.. and I had THOUGHT i left a pair in my back pack for just this kind of situation…but a 5 minute search resulted in nothing, and found me bargaining with my 5 year old to find a reason to NOT go to busy feet, where I’d have to talk to people, and be totally aware in my own head of the black chin hairs. I rationalized that I’m sure no one will notice, but that it didn’t matter. I’d notice, and that was enough to make me nervous and anxious. I have social anxiety enough as it is with my communication issues due to hearing processing, and also reading people’s body language, so I didn’t need this kind of extra anxiety.
So, I drove to run an errand for The Mundane One, and got stuck in traffic, then went to big tig for milk, and decided to see if they had some cheap tweezers.
Cleaning the car last week while waiting for a dr appointment I’d found a $1 coin ( called a looney in Canada) and thought perhaps it wold save me.
IT DID. they had a pair of tweezers for a dollar!!!! so I bought them, and plucked them suckers out of my chin in the parking lot, and then went off to the play group with my boy for the last 40 minutes of it. And in all of that, I almost forgot to buy the milk!
(me in total “no makeup, hair in ponytail, not brushed today, stained sweater going to town mode”)
Being a sexy SuperADDmom is no simple task!
And I’m gonna yell at the Mundane One for letting me out the door like that!
I’m keeping the tweezers I bought today in the van from now on, for just this kind of situation!
Posted by SuperADDMom on August 25, 2009
It is amazing what 11 years will do for a point of view.
Not being full of myself in anyway, I’m sharing from my heart, because I see a lot of people hurting seemingly searching for “the right one”, or for “more” or are sad about where they are in their life right now.
Love is difficult. but when you bring baggage and neurodiversities to the table..it makes it even harder.
I don’t wanna be that ” look at her all up in her perfect life telling ME how to be happy” because my life is far from perfect. I just chose not to look at it that way. I wanted to share what 11 years has taught me…If you care to know…read on.
If you are reading books on the meaning of life, how to be happy, how to find the person of your dreams and other books promising you the answer, but still can’t seem to find real love no matter how many people you date. Or, you think the relationship you are in sucks because it is too boring, you fight too much, neither of you look as good as you once did and have grown too far apart emotionally, or the kids are too much work, and you sadly wonder if there is more to life than crunchy cheerios in the carpet, and paying the bills, there is a simple answer.
Change your mind. That’s it. Just change how you look at it.
As a kid growing up with ADHD and other neurodiversities, I had a rough time. I wasn’t the pretty girl, or popular, i fact I was considered to be “non datable” and was the fat girl in school. Graduation could not come soon enough. I HATED SCHOOL. I moved away from home at 18 as soon as I graduated from high school hoping to find happiness and maybe find my Wesley to save me, since he wasn’t coming to get me.
I ended up married to a man 13 years older then me. Fast forward a few years and I was 23 & newly divorced from a guy I married for financial security and the wedding party. Yes I readily admit I married to have the party, the gown, the reception, the gifts…I was 20,it’s what all little girls want. I fooled myself and settled early cause I didn’t figure anyone would want ME.
Evidently, we could not have children together, and that was all I really wanted anyway…because babies would love me unconditionally, and I grieved the loss of three pregnancies in those years.
Coming out of that marriage, I was broken, and hurt, and reading those dating books and magazine articles, thinking no one would EVER REALLY love me. So, I decided to stop looking, and work on me.
I’m not sure why it happened the way did for me, because I had a LOT of work on me to do, but when I simply decided to stop looking for validation from someone else for my worth,my soul mate came into my life instantly. It turns out I needed him in my life to do that growing, which I’m still doing today!
So, read the following and decide right now to STOP LOOKING, and love yourself. Because everything else after that, is a bonus.
1)Be yourself. if you don’t like who you are, make the changes needed to love who you are and make no apologies for who you are to anyone. Love yourself enough to be true to yourself and hold out for the right one who will love you for who you are. Not love you for the “dating made up you” you stop being after the wedding, I mean the REAL “this is how I look with the flu” you. Don’t settle…no matter what. Make damn sure you love HIM/HER for real too. Stop searching so hard, and just let it happen, you never know when “the one” is going to show up, and where that might be. When you listen to true love stories of long time married couples, the “how we met” stories vary greatly. You’ll know if he/she is the one…even if everyone around you is telling you otherwise.
2)Realize how wonderful a person he/she really is for loving YOU, and DON’T RUN AWAY IN FEAR. If you do, be brave enough to ask to come back, if it is real love, you’ll get it back.
3)Hang onto him/her forever NO MATTER WHAT, but don’t marry him/her unless you REALLY believe in for better or worse, sickness & health, and REALLY REALLY know what that means.
4)Be comfortable in your own skin, THAT is what makes you sexy, no matter what you wear, or weight
5)Love him completely everyday & he’ll love you back. Even when you are mad, think of a reason you love him.
6)Never go to bed angry, even if it means staying up till dawn working it out. really and truly, this is very important. It doesn’t mater how tired you are the next day.
7)While you are looking for him/her… Don’t care if EVERY MAN/WOMAN falls in love with you. Just care that the RIGHT man/woman stays in love with you when you find them. If you follow these tips, you’ll soon know the difference.
8)If other’s envy you for finding your true love and being happy in ANY circumstance that came your way…be compassionate and tell them how they can have it too. If they can’t hear it right now, it’s just not the right time for them to hear it.
9)Realize real love is not like it is in the movies, so don’t base it on the romantic movies you watch and wish for fairy tales.
10) Like the rest of life, love it is real, and funny and happy and sad, and can hurt, and can make you soar like your flying high. It can hurt like you are being burned by the sun.
Real love endures EVERY moment in life, no matter what that moment brings you. It doesn’t run away when it gets tough. Sometimes it might start to run away, but then it comes back.
Even when you think that you are so close to letting it slip away, or giving up out of fear, anger, frustration, hurt, real love will be there, enduring every moment with you.
If you are in a moment in your life that is hurting deeply right now and this seems impossible to you. Save it anyway, and come back to it now and then. One day you’ll be saying it too.
Real love takes WORK, it is not something that just IS. It might be work, but it is SOOOO worth it… every single moment of it. Yes even the bad moments, because they help define the good and the great moments.
If you asked me how I know, I’ll tell you….11 years ago tonight I found real love, and we’ve been through all those things, and will be again and again, and the one thing I DO know is that when we go to sleep at night ( or at 6 am because we had things to hash out) we go to bed loving each other, and when we wake up in the morning, we greet another day knowing we have each others back, while holding each others hand facing the world together.
If you have don’t have that, you can. It’s not a fairy tale. Like making it to the Olympics. it takes work, and practice. Or, perhaps you already do have that and because it is not packaged up nice like a romantic movie, you don’t recognize it, or you simply forgot in the hecticness of day to day living.
There have been a lot of real moments in the last 11 years…and everyone is important, but the top moments for me have been when he first kissed me, touching his hand to my face like I was the most beautiful woman in the world, when he caught our daughter at her birth, when he caught our son when he was born, and every moment in between when he caught me because I stumbled or fell.
That my friends, is what can’t really be put in a book about “Mars and Venus”, and sell as “how to find the perfect mate” because it is not gimmicky and won’t make the top bestsellers list or Oprah’s book club choice of the month about how to tell if a guy is “not that into you”
Love YOURSELF, and you will be loved back.
