Being a divorced mom is hard.

Last week, I had my girls, Natalie and Kira up to visit. It was their spring break. I was worried it wouldn't feel like Spring, as there is still snow over here in Montana. Regardless of the snow and the amounts of rain, we had such a good time. The week went by too fast for my taste. When it was time to send them back to their Dad, Natalie (my oldest) took it hard. Kira was excited to see her Dad though. The whole drive there, I felt so terrible.

Its been about two years since the divorce. It was something that I wanted, and I'm glad that I did it. The only thing I would change is how hard its been on my girls. Since I live in Montana, and they live in Oregon about 6.5 hours away, it makes it even harder. The girls live with their Dad at the moment, so during breaks, I am able to have them come down. I love every single minute of it! I always wish it would last longer. Each time I have to send them back though, it breaks my heart just a little more.

The girls have been gone for 2 days now. Kira wanted to call and talk to me. She's missing Mommy today. How I wish there was something I could do to be able to see her right now. I look on the bright side though. I will be seeing them again next week, as Natalie has a dance in hip-hop coming up. I'll be down in Oregon for a couple of days, and I'm so excited!

I know that any parent who is divorced knows how hard it is on the child(ren). As long as they all know how much we love and adore them, that is what matters. Nothing can ever change that.

Such a clumsy girl I am.

Yesterday, I was cooking a yummy, wonderful dinner for my little family. I was so excited about dinner, as I knew that it would be a big hit. When is chicken parmasean not a big hit? I put the chicken back into the oven after sprinkling some cheese on it, and then, BAM! I burned my hand. I wasn't even paying close enough attention to where my hand even was. I burnt it right on the heating element. And it hurt! The burn on the top of my hand has now turned into a red circle about the size of a dime. Nice!
Since I got burned, I have started thinking about how I got myself into this mess. I then I started thinking about the past messes I have gotten myself into. The whole reason this all happens to me comes down to one thing: being a clumsy girl.
My whole life, I have been the most clumsiest girl. I have done it all. I've fallen down stairs. I've fallen up the stairs (which is hard to do, believe me). I've stepped on an unseen rake and smacked myself in the head. I've ran into poles. I've fallen down hills. I've cut myself with a butter knife. I've tripped over my own feet. And lastly, which I still don't know how this happened, I injured myself with a sippy cup. Yes, you heard me right, a SIPPY CUP. I got a sore nose and a black eye out of the deal. Go ahead, laugh, you know you want to.... because its pretty damn funny!
I would of thought I would of outgrown my "clumsy" eventually, but its still there, hanging onto me as much as it can. I've learned to accept it. Its a part of my life. I still wish it would go away. Alas, it will not, no matter how much I wish.
It's amazing how this one little burn on my hand got me to thinking about just how clumsy I am. This is completely random, but I just hard to share my, well, experiences with such a thing. Feels good to get that all out there. Much, much better.