In which, I make my first post
(Boy, aren't you excited..)
So, I'm writing to no one right now because I just created this blog. I'm not sure what I'll write about here, but I'll try to be entertaining.
Right now, I sit in my living room, typing while I watch my son beat the snot out of enemies while playing Force Unleashed. My almost teenager is the light of my life and the reason I get up every morning and get through my days.
My Fiance sits across from me, unaware of what I'm doing, while he is either on Facebook or reading his online comics. This man... this Godsend... is my rock, my heart, and my best friend. I can't imaging life without him. Which is why I can endure the fact that we live 325 miles apart most days of the year, have done so for over 8 years now and have another 6 to go before we can live together. You see, he used to live near me, but when his post-doctoral appointment ended, the best job he could get took him quite far away. I couldn't follow because my ex didn't want me moving our son so far away. I understand that. I wouldn't let him move our son away either. However, that means that things are tough and I don't always have my fiance with me. But he is there when I need him and he has my back all the time. I know that. And I'm lucky and blessed to have him. Some people are still looking for their match. Let's be honest, it took me two failed marriages and some dating to find mine. But I know that what I have is real and lasting. I know that when I'm grey and wrinkled, I can look at this man and still crack jokes and smile because he loves me. That, friends, is a blessing I am thankful for by the day, hour and minute.
That almost teenager of mine is one of the sweetest, most polite boys you'd ever hope to meet. "Please" and "Thank you" pepper his vocabulary when he talks to almost anyone other than me. But that's okay because I'm the one he comes home to and asks for snuggles on the couch. How many kids, two months from hitting 13, do you know who want to come home and just sit with Mom? He'd likely be embarrassed that I mentioned that -- if anyone was actually reading this. My boy is autistic. High functioning, such that most adults couldn't tell unless they worked in a field that made them more aware of the tics and cues that come with such a diagnosis. At 12, he's learned to manage quite well. Aside from forgetting to turn in homework or not completing it, he's a pretty impressive kid. This past fall, he played football and really enjoyed it. This worries me a bit because of the injuries that can come with it. However, he's more academically inclined. He loves science and wants to be an inventor. Whatever he wants to be, I want him to be too. I want him to be happy. I want him to be polite. I want him to be a productive member of society. No back talking, low-slung pants wearing teens in my house, thankyouverymuch.
As for me, I'm... me. In my early 40s, I'm a single mom (obviously) raising this boy mostly on my own with some help here and there. His Dad is a constant presence in his life and we co-parent very well. I'm thankful that we don't have an adversarial relationship because that would only hurt our son and I don't want that for him.
In the last few months, I've had a bit of a tough time. At the end of October, my Mom passed away after a blessedly brief cancer battle. I cannot tell you how very much I miss her because there are no words for how painful it is. But at the same time, I was blessed with an excellent relationship with her that allows me to miss her daily. Some people don't get along with their parents. I do and I'm lucky. I still have my very feisty and adorable Dad. He's... my Sweetheart. I'm Daddy's little girl. Always have been and always will be.
About a month after my Mom passed, I found out that they were closing my office. My boss, coworkers and I are all out of a job as of January 1. It's only been a couple of weeks, but when you're the only breadwinner in the house, it's tough. I need to find another job fast. But I can't take just anything. Because of my son's autism, I can't put him on a bus in the morning for school. Not only because I can't guarantee he'd make it to the stop in time, but because the noise from all the kids would be sensory overload for him and his day would be ruined before it started. So I can't start work too early in the day, which prevents me from working in the "big city" where I could probably find a position somewhat more easily. I'm looking and hoping right now.
Other things about me: I love to cook and bake and may, on occasion, post pictures and/or recipes that I've tried. I also like making things... different kinds of things. I like to knit and want to learn how to make more than a scarf or blanket. I am planning to remove the tile (yes, tile) and trim from around my fireplace and install an actual mantle. I am waiting on a few items that will allow me to make a really neat pair of pumps with comic book characters on them to wear to a dance the fiance and I will be chaperoning. I am looking for reclaimed wood to build a cabinet for my kitchen. That sort of thing.
I like to read. I like to write. I like gaming. I play tabletop games as well as role-playing games. I love Star Wars and Harry Potter and Dr. Who and Star Trek and Lord of the Rings (Tolkien in general, really) and Raymond Feist books and all sorts of geeky pursuits. I think Big Bang Theory is hysterical, Castle is one of the smarter shows on TV (and that Nathan Fillion would be my very best friend if he only met me) and that reality TV is ruining us. I love watching home improvement shows (DIY is my friend) and cooking shows and I will watch anything Alton Brown is on except the Next Iron Chef.
My dream is to one day open a bakery. I don't know that it will happen, but a girl needs a dream, right?
Other things about me... I'm 100% Polish (hence the blog name). My entire family is one nationality. It's not so common these days. And, my family pretty much got on a boat in Poland, got off in America and settled in Chicago and that was about it. One set of great-grandparents took a slight detour in New England to get married and have the first of their 13 kids and then moved to Chicago too. I've been doing some genealogy research but my last name is so rare that it's tough to find records of my family at all. You'd think an unusual name would make it easier, but it doesn't.
Wow... that's a lot of typing. I think that's good for now. I hope if anyone reads this, you enjoy it.
I'll leave you with the words I say when I part company with my family: Idź z Bogiem.