Saturday, July 18, 2009

Updates... Of All Kinds

I've probably gained a good 5 pounds in the last two weeks due to my Chex Mix intake. 5 o clock happy hour with cocktails and appetizers is NOT good for the waistline when you are also NOT exercising and have resumed your Cherry Coke addiction to boot.
Maybe tomorrow I'll give it all up and get back on track.
Maybe not.

I sent in the RSVP today. You know the one. It's official... we're not going. While I still have mixed feelings I am confident that that is the right decision.

I lost my sunglasses THE VERY FIRST DAY I GOT HERE. Of course, Target no longer makes them and only had a whole bunch of crazy over the top Nicole Richie glasses to choose from. I now look like this...
And, yes, I know they look completely ridiculous. And I realize that for the rest of eternity I am going to cringe at our summer '09 pictures because of them. But, I swear to God, they were the only ones that suited my face shape.

That's it for now.

Friday, July 17, 2009

And Then Just Like That It's Over

We finally got back in our marital groove... and then... boom... it's over.

Mr F flies out at the crack of dawn.

While I'm really happy that the girls and I get the opportunity to stay, and see the rest of my extended family over the next couple of weeks, this trip has been long. And exhausting.


I'm really nervous about the long trip back... now that I know how badly the trip up went.

I mean extremely nervous.

That trip up almost killed me.

It took a good week and half to recover from the stress and lack of sleep.

Next year we're flying.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

I Think "Extreme" Is A Subjective Term

Hilariously a woman contacted me in response to an old YouTube video.

She said...

"I work with a nationally syndicated talk show that is looking for families affected by extreme hoarding. If you and your family are interested please call me"

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Wedded Bliss

"I honor you for being married to me." Mr F says

"It must be..." He continues

"Not worth it." I finish.

And then we laughed.

Really, really, hard.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Adjustment Period

The neighbors' secured their wireless network. I've got some posts lined up... but I will not be able to return comments (even less often than I have been this trip) reliably (if at all). But keep them up... I do read them... and sometimes it's my only connection to the outside world!

Things are not going as well as I had hoped. Mr F is here and I was really looking forward to seeing him. Unfortunately I kind of forgot how hard it is for me to switch over from fiercely independent, hyper functioning, wonder woman to Mrs F... married to Mr F... who has ADD.

Which he has not been treating.

As evidenced by his maddeningly irresponsible behavior.

As I said to him last night... "Either you are the biggest passive aggressive asshole on planet Earth or you have ADD. Which one? Go get your damn medication refilled."

It's pretty typical for people on medication to think that they don't need it anymore... you know... because things are going so well.

It couldn't be that THE MEDICATION WAS ACTUALLY WORKING could it?

I do get it. I get that no one wants to need medication to function.

But Mr F is not one person living in isolation. He's in a marriage and a family. How he functions affects all of us.

And a decision about whether or not he is going to discontinue treatment is a decision that needs to be made TOGETHER.

In the two days before he came here he slept in and forgot to take Canine to the groomer (also went to work late), didn't take Canine to the boarder on time, and MISSED HIS FLIGHT. That's just two days... and just the things I know about.

So instead of a nice peaceful week together... things... have... been...




People who don't live with adult ADD can't understand how stressful it can be. At times I feel like I'm living with someone with dementia. Other times I feel like I have another kid. It's frustrating for both of us. I want to have an actual partner who I can trust. Mr F means well but he is not reliable.

When we're separated things often get a little worse. Mostly because I realize how much easier it is for me to function without the ADD in my everyday. I don't know. It's hard to explain. But I imagine for a normal family being separated and having to deal with your kids on your own, without a break, 24 hours a day would be harder than it is to live life with two parents present. And for me it's the opposite. And, so, when I have to deal with everything and the ADD I start to resent it, because I've had a taste of what it would be like without it.

And, truthfully, that's scary for both of us.

Being away from it, having a break from every little way it permeates my day to day life only makes it all the more obvious, and annoying, when we're back together.

Mr F has promised to call the doctor when he gets back and to get his medication refilled before I come home.

He's also promised that the next time he decides to go off his medication he will actually discuss it with me first.(And he'll be prepared for the divorce papers he'll be receiving shortly thereafter)

I now know why things have been a bit more out of control... and that does make it a bit easier for me to bear. For there to be an explanation for why things are worse... not that we've all just lost our minds in the last month. And with that there is hope that things can get better again.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Playing Tourist

Today we went HERE. You'd probably be surprised to learn that the world's largest moving sand dune is here in Michigan. That first picture in the slideshow is of the main dune climb. Those dots are people. We did it. You can't get the scope from the pictures but the climb is so steep that on the way down you can't see the bottom and have the sensation that you might be running off the edge of a cliff. You pick up so much speed on the way down that people actually lose control of their limbs and end up taking a face plant or two. Kid lost control about 5 times but she didn't let it stop her... she just dusted off and started back down. Baby refused to walk on the sand (an added workout for Mr F on the way up) and I risked my life holding her while running down. I nearly broke my ankle.

Mr F has pictures to come ...
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