It has been a long time since I last posted on this blog, but there’s a really good reason for that.  I started back to work and my husband and I separated.  Yeah, life has been really rough the last couple of months.  My husband moved out at the end of April and now has a townhouse in a neighboring city not too far from me.  Then on May 19 I started back at work!  Work has been nice.  I didn’t think I’d be happy going back, but I really do enjoy working.  It as made me realize that the job wasn’t sucking the life out of me, my depression was.  Now that my meds are under control the job is bearable and usually kind of fun and interesting.

My daughter was in the hospital again in May when her meds caused her to start wanting to hurt other people, and now she’s doing very well on her combination of medicines.  She made it through the end of ninth grade with 2 Bs, 2 Cs, and one F (in Phys Ed).  We’re going to contest that grade because she did online work that was supposed to bring it up, but apparently didn’t.

Now that school is out and my husband has a large enough place of his own, the kids are spending alternating weeks with us, beginning on Sunday nights after dinner.  This has been his first full week having them and it feels like an eternity.  I miss them so much!  They spend the days at my parents’ house, so I did go for lunch over there one day when I was working from home, and it was a little slice of heaven.  They are great kids.  Maybe this will help us truly appreciate each of them a little more.

I’m so looking forward to Sunday evening when they come back into my life, littering the house with toys and guitars, and filling it with friends, laughter, and music…oh, and those words, “What is there to eat?” 

The interesting part in all of this is that I don’t miss my husband that much, not yet anyway.  I miss having him mow the lawn and cook out on the grill, but I’ve learned to do the first on my own and will soon learn the grill as well.  But I don’t miss the arguing, the giving in all the time, and the little frustrations that peppered my life with him.  I’m enjoying rearranging the furniture, painting my office, and doing little things to make it feel more like my home.  It always seemed weird not to feel at home in my own home, you know?  And I’ve grown very close to my cat this week while the kids have been gone.  She’s a good companion, and I think she likes me, too.