Ahh... I have neglected my little corner of the Internet for so long that I seriously struggled for a moment to get logged back in. Sad, but true. Oh well, I have good reason for my neglect.
My last "real" post came on Valentine's Day. A wonderful day for love... unless... you are my older sister.
As I have mentioned before (at least, I think?), I have two sisters. One is a couple of years older and the other is a few years younger. We are all college graduates and settled into our chosen "life's pursuits". For my older sister that "pursuit" is wife & mother. She reunited with & married her high school sweetheart after spending much of their college years dating other people. They have been married now for several years. She has given birth to a beautiful girl and a very handsome boy. Once the kids were born she left the paid workforce to raise her family. A noble pursuit.
Life in her household has been a "Hallmark Card"... a "Norman Rockwell Painting"... for many years. It seemed as if she had won "life's lottery". Handsome husband. Beautiful children. House in the suburbs. Minivan. PTA. Soccer games. They had it all... until Valentine's Day 2012. My brother-in-law is an old-fashioned %$&*^%#! I am trying to be nice... remember my Christian upbringing. Hee Hee
You see, 2-3 days after Valentine's Day my sister called. Not unusual. Unfortunately this time was different. She was asking if I would consider welcoming her and the kids to the Dallas area with me? Apparently my brother-in-law was caught cheating on her... red handed... at their home... on Valentine's Day. You can't make this stuff up. She had spent a couple of days at mom's but decided a change of scenery would be good for she and the kids as they sort through what to do next.
I try not to judge (accept with regard to the betrayal of said liar, of course) or offer advice. What do I know anyway? I have never been married, not really ever even that close. I am not a mother. I am the one... the one that just doesn't place priority on those aspects of my life.
Anyway... my sister will talk with her husband, the father of their children. She will counsel with our parents and others as she seeks what is best for her and her family but for now she feels these things are best done in different time zones.
So... on the next plane I went... packed up the U-Haul and drove back to Dallas with my new roommates. Aunt Jordan now has her niece and nephew under the same roof several nights a week. Currently I am maintaining my apartment and staying their a couple of times a week but I also spend time at the home my sister is renting. I have yet to "permanently" move in and may not ever? My sister needs some space. I like my life as I have established it. We don't know just how "permanent" this move really is at the moment. Too many uncertainties so for now I have two addresses, my apartment in Dallas and my sister's suburban home.
Yes, I am in the suburbs. Stop laughing. I am also a "parent" several days a week. I am fully engaged. Family game night. Family movie night. Homework. School functions. Soccer games.
Yes, soccer games. Stop laughing. I have figured out that the soccer field is no place for a skirt or for heels. The first day of games was funny... don't mind saying. My sister tried to warn me when I appeared "ready for work" in my typical attire. What do I know? May have been the first time that I was actually a little uncomfortable in my chosen ensemble. Stop laughing. I told a couple of people that I was going directly to the office from the game... even BEFORE they asked why I was clearly not "dressed for soccer"... Hee Hee. Just a little white lie. Actually I now have a cute little denim skirt and a casual khaki skirt that I bought specifically to attend these games. I am not wearing jeans or sweat pants out in public.
I digress. Hee Hee
Well, if you made it this far with me... thank you. Your support is so appreciated. As you can probably guess, balancing work, an extended daily commute, and "parenting" has cut into blogging. I am not shutting down the blog but my post will be even less consistent than they were before. I hope that you will stick with me for the next few months? I also hope that you will offer a prayer for all of the families that are struggling with betrayal. Sometimes these sorts of things strengthen relationships. I hope this is one such time.
-- The Leather Skirt --