Mood:
quizzicalI decided I would read other blogs linked from Ramblings of a Redneck Diva since I know she is quite entertaining and thought her friends might be as well. And they are but "LIFE IS NOT ALL ABOUT BABIES AND DROOL". How do all these young moms have time to do this blog thing? I was remembering when my now - they are grown and didn't end up in prison or pregnant at 14 - kids were toddlers and for the life of me, can't recall how I would have had time to sit at a computer and converse with myself or others. Now it is true that the closest thing I had to a computer was the electric typewritter I borrowed from my sister (her husband had the good job at the plant remember - my typewriter was a manual with the little ding at the end of each line to remember to do the return with the right hand pinkie.
I went back to school when my little boy was 2.5 and I was 6 months pregnant with my little girl. For the first three years of her life, I was doing homework and running to school. Then I went right to work at the Department of Human Services where we could have health insurance for the first time. When the hospital asked me to come to work for them, I actually took a small cut in pay to be able to do something I thought would make a difference in people's lifes. After 25 years there, it seems everthing I did with my life was flushed down the toilet when my career ended at the hospital. I thought I would work there until I retired, another 12 years. I counted on the retirement package that was promised me and it is all gone - well not totally, but most. I feel betrayed. I gave that hospital my entire adult working life, it wasn't just a job to me but darn it, my life. I think I feel somewhat like I did after the divorce.
I married someone I had known since I was 14 years old. I thought I would be married to him for the rest of my life. That we would raise our children together and someday rock our grandbabies. But he didn't keep up his bargain and after many years of a bad marriage, I got out. It was the best thing I did in my life. My only regret was that I did not leave earlier and get my kids out of that before the situation had such an impact on their lives. In some ways, I regret that I did not leave the hospital ealier on my own accord before I invested so much in a corporation that does not care about it's employees or it's patients.
But I digress - WHERE THE HECK DO THESE YOUNG MOMS FIND THE TIME TO DO ALL THIS BLOGGING. I can't seem to keep up with it and my life is much slower than it used to be as far as family goes. Doesn't anyone out there talk about anything other than their baby spit-up or cooking? Here I sit with my too large dachsaund dog laying at my feet and the only meal will come in from out and consider where my life is and where it has been.
I am starting my life all over at 50 - family and husband will remain the same. Wonder where the next 50 will take me? I think I might finally be learning that one day at a time thing and stop and smell the roses thing. I promise to not assume anything will remain the same because when you least expect it, someone shows up with a cardboard box to stuff your life in and move on. Only the memories and friendships remain.
