Kim 2.0? I BEG YOUR PARDON?????
OK, without getting into too much detail here (my Mom visits my blog you know) I had an interesting Friday night. (Hi, Mom!) Last night my husband Mark got home from a week-long business trip. Kids went to bed by 8:15 pm. ALL THREE! You following me?
Husband pays me a lovely, lovely compliment. "Kim, you look beautiful. Really. Just beautiful." Appropriate talk between married adults, yes? I am pleased. Then he adds, "You've really upgraded yourself." Can you hear the marital bed train wheels screeeeeeching to a halt?
Now I realize he in no way meant to imply that I was skankasaurus rex in the past. He has always found me attractive. He married me for God's sake!
And if I really think about his comment, he's right! Don't sic the feminists on me!
For many years in my 30's I was having babies, learning that my babies had autism, fighting tooth and nail to figure out how to help them, living far, far from family and friends (I realize now that I am back in New England how much that really affected me) dealing with four long years of a seizure disorder in one of kids, had a husband for thought that golf was the most important thing in the world (he has since come around on that one) had the same husband who was out of work for many long months (bye bye golf), had to sell a beautiful house and most of our belongings to stay afloat, moved in with my parents like an unreal reality show, enrolled the kids in two new school districts, managing 1,2, 3 IEPS, wrote a novel, launched a private Yahoo group for parents of kids with autism, tried to earn a few bucks as a marketing consultant and managed to NOT go insane.
Did I look my prettiest during these times? Perhaps not. Did I gain 13 pounds? Yes. I ballooned up to 132 pounds - a number I hadn't seen since 4 months pregnant with any of my girls. I was a bit tired and didn't have a lot of money for personal care extravagances. And my head just didn't give a shit. I was in survival mode. And we survived!!!
Now that we are settled into our little house, the kids are in good schools, my career is moving along, I'm more involved with helping people with kids with autism and my baby making days are fini - I feel more at ease. Oh, I've lots to do still. Plenty. But he has point. I do look better because I am HAPPIER. And that Mark and I have survived and still want to talk across the pillow is nothing short of a miracle. But miracles take a lot of work. They don't just happen. Not to me, anyway.
Signed, Kim "2.0"