I want a do over!
I want a do over!
I want a do over!

Thats my temper tantrum for today. Well, at this moment. They can come an go at anytime although I know how to grin and bear it just as much. Life.
Life not what I expected. I always thought that once the empty nest came, focus on the marriage and time together would be fun and enjoyable.
Some say to leave, others know of that commitment made in a host of family and friends and above all, God. You know the one, for better, for worse. Hmmm…
While I have had a roof over my head and food on my table, etc., the Lord truly has provided. I have great children that are independent and successful. I have everything I need, right?
My life is boredom, only to be recognized and commented on by my counselor that all I do is go to work and go home (church services) and repeat. How could I disagree with his statement but in my mind think, ‘We’ll thank you very much for that Mr. Counselor.’ Although, I have done a few fun things this year, so I have branched out. Yay, me!
I want to plan a trip with a girlfriend to shop, talk and laugh for hours to celebrate my big birthday this fall but knowing we might need the money, I hesitate. Selfishness on my part, I feel. So I remain with my schedule of work, home and repeat. It gets old. Goodness, I am getting old.
Dealing with Aspergers in him, my energy level drains quick when with him or even in the house and I need time to recharge. I can only take so much. Small doses. When too much, my mental and emotional levels drop and then affect my physical life.
I have noticed this many times before, although dealing with it for many, many years. Just today moreso, paying attention to how it affects me. A few hours yesterday working in our landscape. It’s our black/white talking (saying the same thing but differently), reminding him of what I just said seconds before (put birdbath here while tapping on spot but puts another place, saying don’t put rock here but does and this happening several times. Like dealing with a child. Exhausting. Today, I quietly walk within my own home to not wake him as he is in his tv room downstairs to go through the same or hearing him carry on a conversation with himself about whatever all the while whispering to myself, ‘Do not wake the dead.’ No more. My cup is empty. I look forward to going back to work tomorrow.
Then, there is my pattern yet again, work and home.
While I am sad, bored and lonely, I truly am happy and feel blessed. It could be worse!
The Lord knows all about this and I have to put my trust in Him to help me through it. Compared to years before, I have come through a lot, trust me, and I am getting through it still. Just disappointing at times, as I want and need more joy and laughter.
Thank God I had enough wisdom and willpower to contact a counselor and go, now almost five years ago. While she is no longer my counselor but was for four years, I gained so much in all areas of my life. I still see counselors and plan to get through this life.
This pattern and not knowing of Aspergers when I walked through her door back then was making me crazy. Had it not been for going for counseling, I do not know where I would be today. This is a great book. 👉🏻
For now, my temper tantrum is less… until next time. Thanks for spending it with me. 😉 ML


Today I picked up a photo book I put together of pictures and memories from early on to the end of our dog’s life. Neither my husband or I had a dog growing up so getting one along with having young boys, I was asking for more work. What was I thinking? I remember at the beginning, fifteen years ago, this puppy then followed me around the house, just like a toddler. I remember it driving me crazy.
I was done with that stage and yet I am back in this mode. The puppy stage! Yikes. Perhaps ignorance on our part, too, and trusting this animal in my house with wood floors and a potty mishap. I was so done.
While my husband and boys bonded with this dog, I had not. With the urine accident, a day off work, we had a meeting of the minds. I told this sweet, beautiful dog that this was not to happen ever again. Strangely enough, it did not. It was that day, we bonded. Just like correcting a child, you correct and then you love. Amazing.
I looked at her and said, okay, no more. It was time. I knew she was then ready although we were not, yet we were for her.