So, I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell my sons that I was married before I married their dad. I got married to my college sweetheart and after six years, the simple phrase I give when people ask is that “we grew apart”.

There is nothing simple about divorce. We were calm and cordial about it, but it wasn’t simple. There were no kids, but (you guessed it), it wasn’t simple.

I’ve been trepidacious about telling the boys, wanting to make sure they understood that that marriage was different than this one. I wanted to reassure them that we love each other and will be together for as long as we’re able.

The opportunity presented itself at dinner this week. The boys were talking about people being married and it was as if they were doing a segue for me to bring up the one in my past. I looked at my husband and he said, “It’s the right time.”

So, I spilled the nuptial beans and expected shock and questions and maybe some tears.

I got giggles from both and a “That’s weird.” from one. No questions, no worries, no concern. I really should have known better. Live and learn, forever and always.

OM is *one moment* and is a meetup designed to notice & relish a moment in everyday life. The meetup idea was created by Linda at her blog, a la mode stuff.

If you’d like to participate in OM, just click the button and you’ll be taken to Linda’s post explaining it all.

OM is *one moment* and is a meetup designed to notice & relish a moment in everyday life. The meetup idea was created by Linda at her blog, a la mode stuff.

If you’d like to participate in OM, just click the button and you’ll be taken to Linda’s post explaining it all.

OM is *one moment* and is a meetup designed to notice & relish a moment in everyday life. The meetup idea was created by Linda at her blog, a la mode stuff.

If you’d like to participate in OM, just click the button and you’ll be taken to Linda’s post explaining it all.

While on vacation, Eli was bit by a dog. Its owner had left her dog outside a store to use the restroom. Eli walked out the door first and automatically reached out his hand to pet the dog.

Quick nip.
Long, ear-ringing wail.
Bloody finger.
Cowering dog.

It was not a serious bite. I think it only broke the skin because the little dog’s teeth hit Eli’s cuticle. But he wailed and wailed for at least five long minutes. I think it was a combination of a tiny bit of pain, some surprise and a breakdown of trust between himself and a dog. The people in the store must have thought his hand was severed and in the dog’s mouth. Eli’s got some lungs, man.

The owner came out and profusely apologized, saying her dog is afraid of children. We confirmed a recent rabies shot on the dog’s tag and left it at that. I did not yell or state the obvious that that kind of animal shouldn’t be left alone, off leash. Duh.

Later, in the car, the incident prompted a good discussion about asking for permission to pet an animal. Also, that some animals are rescued from hurtful situations and might be afraid of people, even cute little boys.

It was good reminder to all of us. If I had been first out of that door, I may have done the same thing.

OM is *one moment* and is a meetup designed to notice & relish a moment in everyday life. The meetup idea was created by Linda at her blog, a la mode stuff.

If you’d like to participate in OM, just click the button and you’ll be taken to Linda’s post explaining it all.

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-Things Bright blog by Elizabeth Rogers Drouillard

I have been struggling with blog reading for awhile, more than a year or so. I have a desire to read many blogs and I’m subscribed to many. I’m curious about different perspectives and skill sets, but my Reader has paralyzed me. How can I possibly have the time to read everything? Well, you know the answer to that already.

I happened upon the blog post above through Miss Diane’s blog, Crafty Pod, and am so glad I did. The post Elizabeth wrote is full of common sense and should have been obvious to my logical self. Read less blogs. Duh. It will release the paralysis and get me back to why I want to read blogs in the first place: to engage and be engaged.

I think I needed permission to do (read) less. I rarely give myself the option to do less. More always seems better in my mind, more productivity, more knowledge, more. But in the practical, and in the long run, less is more.