I don't even have a title for this one.
So lately I have been having nightmares at all hours of the day about my dad dying. Within the past week the nightmares have also been about my grandfather.
I am not quite sure what this is all about. It's happening all time and it all sorts of places. My mind just kind of wanders. It makes me incredibly uncomfortable and incredibly sad. And it happens all the time. Maybe knowing that my grandma is going to pass soon has brought this on. I have no idea.
I relive details of the deaths. The days leading up to the deaths. The days after the deaths.
And I'll tell you this.....I don't like it. Not one bit.
With my dad I am just playing it out moment by moment. I see faces. I hear conversations. I smell the flowers they had at his funeral. I can see it as clear as yesterday.
With my grandpa I see different things. I see my family (extended). I hear us laughing. I hear us bonding. I hear more laughing. Honestly it was one of the best weekends I can ever remember. We made alot of great memories all hanging out together. Everyone is always so busy, it was nice to stop time and just be a family. We let all the bickering and pettiness go and just hung out, remembering my grandpa.
I remember exactly what I wore to the funeral and how stupid it looked. I wish I could change my outfit.
These memories have been haunting me. I use the term "haunt" because I don't want to keep reliving all this. I don't want to feel sad anymore. I feel like such a little kid typing that. "I want what I want and I want it now." I know I don't have control over this. I need to let it ride out. But first I need to know why this is happening.
My dad was not the greatest father. Well, he really wasn't a father at all. However, he is one part of two people who gave me life. I can honestly say that I do love him. I just wish I would of been able to know him better. A few years before he died, he confessed a lot of things to me. That talk really helped me deal with alot of emotions from the past. It helped me move on. It really helped cope after he died. That was the last time I saw him alive. I wish I could of known my "sober" dad.
My grandpa was hands down the best grandpa any child could ask for. I try and keep his memory alive by telling my kids stories. It usually backfires. My kids never met him, so they really don't know who I am talking about. They seem uninterested. It hurts my feelings. But guess what.....I am going to keep telling these stories. My kids WILL know who my grandpa was and all the greatness about him.
I am hoping by writing this post, these visions and smells and pain will subside. I love both of these men but I don't want to feel sad anymore.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
I don't even have a title for this one.
Posted by Kelly Wolfe at 6:51 PM
Thursday, July 24, 2014
So yeah, I am totally aware our vacation was the first week and June and now it's almost August. But, hey, I have been a busy girl.
This year we had a little bit of a different type of vacation. We went with 3 other families and all stayed in one house. Let me tell you, I was nervous as anything. I have done the vacation together thing twice before. One was a complete disaster and the other was OK. But now with 3 other families!!! We had a total of 12, 5 adults and 7 kids.
End result: Completely AWESOME.
Yep, we had good and bad days. Kids had good and bad moments. Overall it was great. I think the adults got closer but it was really the kids who bonded more on this trip. It was overwhelming at times to sit back and watch the friendships flourish. At times I even got teary eyed watching them interact.
So now let me leave you with a few of the 3500 pictures we took. Yes. Seriously. Between my husband and I we took just over 3500 pictures. And yes, we did have lots of time.
Posted by Kelly Wolfe at 9:51 AM
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Friends. This is something I have seriously been struggling with for a few months now. If you know me in real life, once I bring a problem to the surface (speak it or write it) I can begin dealing with it and kick it's butt (I seriously need to stop waiting months before addressing issues, for reals).
The absolute hardest thing in my life, my entire life, is making and KEEPING friends.
As many of you know, I am little out there. I do my own thing. I am way to honest. I have tattoos and piercings. I like to color my hair weird colors. I cuss. I smoke (but not for much longer). I eat like crap.
In spite of all this I am one of the most loyal person you will ever meet. I have a real, deep compassion for people of all shapes, sizes and colors. If you let me into your life, you will have some drama, but you will be filled with love and laughter from me.
Making friends is still super tough. I have tried at church, my kids football teams, Emma's cheer team, etc. I am very blessed to say I have made a few spectacular friends. There are some that I really would like to get closer with but they don't seem to like me. And folks, that's what really kills me.
I want everyone to like me. I want to be included in everything all the time.
Ummm, yeah, that's not going to happen. It's never happened. There are always people who don't like me. There are always events or parties I am not invited to. It's been happening since I was a little girl. So why cannot I understand this and move on? Why can't I just be happy with the awesome, amazing small group of friends that I do have?
How can I teach my daughter this when I struggle with it? How can I teach her to be happy with what she has instead of always wanting what you can't have? How can I teach her that she doesn't have to be in ever clique out there?
Sidebar: Cliques are the worst. And they are everywhere. For me it's church and my kids sports. I could write a whole big post on this, but today is not the day.
After much thinking and prayer these past few weeks (yes, I have been eaten by jealously and depression bug), I am going to put my effort into people who want to spend time with me. People who actually care about my well being. I cannot waste anymore time chasing people, trying to force them to like me.
It is what it is.
I am going to choose to be happy. I am going to continue to pray. I am going to continue to be a great friend to those who choose to have me.
I am not going to sit on my depression. I am not going to whine and complain about why so and so doesn't want to talk to me anymore or why so and so doesn't hang out with me anymore. That is their choice.
I am who I am. Love it or leave it.
Posted by Kelly Wolfe at 12:00 PM
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
- Honey Smacks are the best cereal ever.
- Taco Tuesday has turned into left over Wednesday which means we all know what is coming on Thursday.
- Having big, wide feet really stinks. I cannot find a pair of certain shoes to save my life.
- Biotin is helping my hair grow nice and long and strong. Also noted my leg hair is approx. the same length as my head. No one bothered to mention ALL my hair would grow nice and long and thick. Thanks dudes. And, yes, I will shave before vacation in 25 days.
- How is possible someone can lose 50 lbs and still be the same boob size. I am sort of bummed. These babies need to shrink.
- I really hate I come up with all these great ideas when I am falling asleep. In the morning I wake up knowing I had some terrific ideas but can't remember a darn one.
- Speaking of Taco Tuesday, for the life of me I cannot stop eating the taco meat. I would rather have all beans, but the OCD rule follower in me states that a taco salad must contain taco meat. )I understand that statement made me seem like I am off my rocker)
- I love when my cell is fully charged. I am ok even when it gets down to 80%, now 70% I start to panic just a tad. 60% - I MUST FIND CHARGER!!
(hmmm, maybe I should stop writing now, I think it's making me look a little nuts. Ummm, yeah, I really don't care. I know I am a little more "special" than others and I am totally cool with that)
- Depression sucks. Take it day by day, sometimes minute by minute. Today I kicking depressions ass. For real.
- I am awesome.
- Emma just sent me a text asking me not to forget to pick her and her friend up from school today. I replied "Maybe I will. Maybe I won't" I am sure racking up points for Mother of the Year.
- Last week while shopping with the kids (Matt was not there) a pretty good song came on and I felt the need to "break it down", well Chase decided that was super embarrassing and literally ran away. I had to stop the awesome dancing and ask Emma to go find my lost kid. How many points do I get for this? #motheroftheyear
- We have hit the point in the school year where I no longer go through backpacks daily. Ooops. Whatever. Don't judge me. So now the boys are turning stuff in late and blah blah blah. I am just done. When do I get my break???
- I am sort of mad at my kids doctor. Chase does not eat pretty much at all. Dude went to bed without eating again last night. So I asked the doctor about it. First, he yelled at me for giving him nutritional shakes. He said they are full of junk. Next he told me to stop forcing him to eat. Even fruits and veggies. He said put it on his plate, if he eats then good, if not, oh well. Well, Mr. Doctor Dude, I cannot do that. I feel so quilty. So, yeah, Chase may be eating PB&J every day but at least he is eating, right??
Love you all!!
Posted by Kelly Wolfe at 12:18 PM
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
It's been quite a while since I have last posted. I have been so busy and so lazy all at the same time. Is that even possible? Yes, yes it is. Trust me.
Let's review a little bit.
Spring Break we took the kids to BA Sweeties. Apparently the largest candy store is the good ole USA. It was pretty awesome. We only spent like $60. Oops. After that we hit up a new waterpark in Sandusky, OH. Maui Sands. My official review is that if you can get a Groupon then go, if you have to pay full price go to Great Wolf Lodge or Kalahari.
Easter was pretty awesome. We got to spend time with my grandma. That woman is a fighter. We were told on December 3rd that she only had 10-14 days to live. And here we are, April 29th and she is still with us. Her health is decreasing but she is still here and I am ok with that. It was such a blessing to be able to spend another Christmas, another New Years, another day with her.
And of course I can't forget about Landon. Oh Landon. That child is going to be the death of me. I swear. Matt and I are both having trouble dealing with it all. It's so hard for me to understand how his brain works. Sometimes I get so frustrated because I simply do not understand how something so simple for me is the end of the world for him. I am trying to be patient and understanding. Trying. Some days not succeeding. Some days are good. Some days I literally cry my eyes out because I think he is never going to be a well functioning adult. Some days this all seems impossible. We are pushing through though. I constantly pray for wisdom and guidance. ALWAYS.
I just wish I could understand how his brain works. I wish I could explain it to other people.
Yes. My kid was diagnosed late in his life (oh yeah, 8 years old is super late). It's a lot of trial and error. It's a lot of therapy. It's a lot of tears.
These past few months have just been incredibly hard for me. I have so much going on internally that I just cannot deal with it all. That is when I typically shut down.
I started a new bible study in March and it is totally kicking my butt. It is so emotionally rough. It has shaken me to the core. So many emotions are going through my body at any given time.
I have started to withdraw from people and things. Yes, I know that's not good. I am actively working on that. It will NOT control me. I am not going to let it. I do not want to fall down the rabbit hole.
Here's the thing. I have been there. I have fallen down the rabbit hole way too many times. I know where I end up. I know how lonely, sad, mad, angry, desperate, inadequate and all the other emotions. I know these all too well. It will NOT happen this time. I force myself to get up. I force my myself to eat dinner with the family. I force myself to talk to my friends. I force myself to leave the house.
So yeah, right now I am having a "whoa is me" moment. It will pass with prayer and time. I will not let this control me. Some days it does get the best of me, it wins the battle. But I will win the war.
So yeah, blah, blah, blah. I am depressed. Life goes on. I will survive.
I do want to end this post on a good note. Matt's brother took some spring pictures of the kids. They are the best pictures of my kids. Just the best. He did such a wonderful job. I seriously could not be happier with these pictures.
Posted by Kelly Wolfe at 7:03 PM
Saturday, March 29, 2014
It's been a while since I have given you all an update on my precious baby boy. Let me begin by saying nasty or rude comments will not be tolerated.
Landon has received a new diagnosis. Landon has been diagnosed with Aspergers Syndrome (AS), on the autism spectrum.
We have known for a little bit now but we were hesitant to share. Matt and I needed to talk to the doctors more, research more, figure out some stuff here at home. We needed to tell Emma. Landon and Chase do not know. It has been recommended not to tell Landon until he is a little older and can fully comprehend what we are telling him. Since Chase is younger we just decided not to tell him yet either.
Landon has had many of the symptoms of AS for quite awhile. We just never put two and two together. Landon has quite a few major traits and many many many small traits. Landon was misdiagnosed and that is very common with children his age. Typically children over the age of 5 are diagnosed as ADHD along with other behavioral issues.
Link to some facts about Asperger's Syndrome
Landon has been having major issues since starting school. It got really bad in 1st grade. We have been in the process of trying to get him help since March of 2013. He has been on a few different medications and he was/is in therapy at least once a week, sometimes more.
We have seen minimal changes. It was very frustrating. It was really wearing on my family.
With the doctors help we found an awesome checklist (found here). Matt and I were able to check off almost 85% of this. We also added a few more thing (found on other checklists).
We are seeing new things almost daily the confirm the diagnosis. So much it would take me a week to write all the things.
We are making some progress with him. We have also hit many road blocks. We have some really terrific people in our lives that are helping us figure it all out.
So I am asking you, my friends and family. When Landon is rude or asking 1000 questions or being a stickler to rules, please try and be patient. Landon only sees things in black and white. There is no middle ground. If something is in writing he will stick to it 100%. Please do not promise him things if you cannot do what is said. If he has meltdown it is most likely one of two reasons, 1. he is over stimulated 2. someone he is around did not follow the rules. And if someone does not follow the rules he lets them know. Landon can be very rude at times. He does not know he is doing this. There is no filter for his mouth. He will say what is on his mind with no regard to his surroundings. Also if you are perhaps wrong about something he will not hesitate to correct you. Landon has an incredible memory for what is said and written. (It's actually kind of creepy). Ugh, I could go on and on about his different issues.
Just please be patient with my baby boy. He is a work in progress. He does not see the world as you and I see it. I know first hand how hard it can be to deal with him. Somedays I literally just sit in my room and cry. Sometimes I yell. Sometimes I am patient. This is just so hard. No magic pill to make him better. Nothing.
I am not asking for sympathy. I am asking for empathy. And patience.
Love you all!
Posted by Kelly Wolfe at 8:09 PM
Sunday, March 2, 2014
My heart is still so overflowing. My husband, Matthew, and my daughter, Emma, were both baptized a few Sunday's ago. My heart was not prepared for the full extent of it.
When I was baptized a few years ago I remember getting a few tears in my eyes. I remember the feeling of being wrapped in a blanket of love.
But watching your husband and your oldest child baptized takes on a whole new level. Especially when Emma said it was me who brought her to God.
Matt went first. As soon as the pastor starting speaking the tears started flowing and didn't end till way after Emma was done. So I apologize for the hot mess that the pictures are (and I even brought my good camera).
Posted by Kelly Wolfe at 12:49 PM