Saturday, September 6, 2014

Two Years!

So it's been two whole years since I last posted on this blog.  I've gotten lots of encouragement to start back but it's hard.  It's like seeing an old friend who you haven't seen in years and who doesn't happen to be on Facebook, or Instagram, or Twitter, so you truly have no idea what's happening in their lives.  Where do you start?  And that's how I feel.

But yesterday a friend asked what I was doing this weekend.  When I said I didn't have any plans because with our lives our Saturday is essentially the same as our Monday, he said I should blog.  He told me to "just start, because you won't ever start until you start."  And he was right.  So here it is.  I think a two-year hiatus is long enough.

So for a quick recap, we still have two gentlemen living with us.  It's the same two we started with two years ago.  Although they are pretty settled in and we don't have quite the behavior problems we used to have, we still have the crazy.  For instance, last night we could hear one of the guys crying in the middle of the night.  I went to check on him and he was standing against the wall in his dark room.  He looked like he was in some strange kind of time out.  Turns out he had gone to the bathroom, come back to his room, and his eyes hadn't quite adjusted to the dark.  He was crying because he couldn't quite find his bed.  He was just wandering around like a blind man in a newly rearranged room.

And then there's the other one.  If you've followed my blog long, it's the little guy who likes to play the piano.  And be naked.  And we love him like he is our own. We'd keep him even if we weren't getting paid.  (But don't tell that to the people who write the checks!)  It's one of those things where the heart makes a decision that the mind can't understand.  He can't talk.  He gets really mad when he doesn't get his way.  He keeps us up all night (more often than not here lately - more on that later).  He slams doors for no apparent reason at all - like until the door frame falls off slamming doors. And yes, that really happens.  But we can't help but smile when he walks in the room.

And then we have an 18 year old son. How is that even possible?  We are looking at colleges and other states and scholarships and grades and ACT tests and all that goes with being a senior.  And that's about all I can say about that without crying.  It's going to be awful.  So we probably won't be discussing that anymore!

Life in a nutshell.  It's good to be back.