I’m Back, She’s Back, His Back

The best hug ever.

My daughter and the Pea reunite after 8 weeks.

There’s been so much happening around here lately. It’s as if a bee and a one-armed paper hanger mated and produced a dam-building beaver. Seriously busy. The Pea turned three, then we had Christmas, immediately followed by Amadeus’ birthday, then New Years Eve. My ex-husband remarried, which caused quite a commotion, and my daughter went off to Basic Training at Lackland Air Force Base for eight weeks. Amadeus and I took up some of the slack, chasing the Pea and playing games, singing songs, reading books and tucking her bright and tiny personage into bed at night. Her father is very much a part of her life, and we were both impressed and thankful at how well he cared for her while Mommy was learning to kick ass in Texas.

I returned a few days ago from her graduation in San Antonio. Amadeus had planned to go with me, but he came down with the flu and we decided it was best for him to stay home. It was the first time we’d been apart since, well–ever. I had separation anxiety something awful. It felt as though I’d left my left arm behind, with my purse and cell phone attached.

Still, it was a fun and action-packed week. Baby Daddy, Pea and I rented a car and drove for what seemed a hundred hours, and for a few days we were a part of Lackland, which is sort of like Disneyland without the rides, the enchantment or the fun. Actually, it was pretty exciting. I wouldn’t have traded seeing my daughter and her daughter (the Pea) reunite for anything in this world. It was beautiful and tearful and oh-so-happy. My daughter got a weekend pass and she was able to undo her severe little bun and take a solo shower at the hotel–the first thing she’d been able to do alone since her arrival in Texas two months before. At basic training, recruits aren’t allowed to eat or breathe or pee by themselves. They also stay incredibly sleep-deprived.

I was surprised at how herself she still was, the way she’d gone through the entire experience with her gorgeous, shiny personality still intact. At the same time, she was abiding by a huge new set of rules, especially when in public–the wearing of the starchy blue uniform, the hat pinned in place, the salutes and the strict curfews and the flashlight that she had to carry on the way back to her dorm. She took us to an NBA game one night (go Spurs), and I couldn’t believe how many people walked up and congratulated her, thanking her for what she’d done. She was a little embarrassed by the attention, especially when the announcer asked all of the military people in the audience to stand and be recognized. I’m amazed by the woman she’s become, by her confidence and the fact that she’s ready and willing to do what it takes to defend our freedom. Hell, I got lost trying to buy her some cotton candy that night.

We were there for five jam-packed days. There was a parade and a coin ceremony and a graduation. My ex-husband came with his new wife and step-daughter and their hotel room was five doors down from ours. The Pea wore a snazzy bath towel cape and flew between our rooms, until she conked out from exhaustion. We adults hung out and drank wine and talked late into the night. My ex’s new wife is sweet and rather fascinating, and I’m truly happy for the two of them. It felt as though we were all old friends, and it was just so nice.

We drank gallons of coffee and ate at a gajillion restaurants and by the end of the week I was so full that I was ordering appetizers instead of entrees. We took the Pea to SeaWorld and cruised the San Antonio River Walk. The downtown area was a wondrous mosaic of palm trees, colorful old architecture, bustling people and streets made of brick. Amid the traffic were trolleys and carriages, Segways, bikes and pedicabs. It was peaceful and harried all at once, and it made my heart and eyeballs very happy.

Throughout it all, I felt this background longing, missing Amadeus’ presence and wishing he’d been there. We all missed him. Despite the fun, there was a hole in the fabric of the celebration. My daughter bought him a cheesy t-shirt that said, “Proud Air Force Step-Dad,” which almost made me cry. I love the fact that she loves my husband, that she considers him her family, and vice versa. He’s as impressed by her accomplishments as I am. I’m also pretty delighted that the new step-mom is so swell. My children and the Grandpea have a new loved one.

The festivities were fun, but I was excited to return to our home sweet home. In my mind, I saw my sweetie standing in the doorway in anticipation, or the two of us running toward each other across the driveway to greet each other, like lovers running in slow motion across a field of daisies in the movies. Instead, I found him laid out on the sofa like a slab of ham. He’d finally gotten over the flu, and had planned to surprise me while I was gone. He’d bought a beautiful rug for the living room, hung a pretty shelf and a new towel rack in the bathroom. He’d even gotten another new rug for the kitchen floor. His next task was to rearrange the living room furniture, but he has a stupid and unfortunate condition called Spondylolisthesis (which hurts to even say), and when he bent to move a chair, he wrecked his poor back, a few short hours before I returned. He didn’t tell me because he didn’t want me to worry. So, instead of our anticipated hugs and kisses and squeezes, we instead squeezed him into the car and made an emergency run to the doctor for an exam and some meds. He’s been in ham slab position for a week now. Oh, the joys of middle age. We’re sexy as hell in our brains, bent and achy in our bodies. Did I mention that we joined AARP?

The same day we returned from our road trip, my daughter flew home from Lackland, and my sister and her family arrived from Nashville to celebrate her achievement. Amadeus had been eagerly looking forward to all of it, but was so incapacitated he could barely move. Weeks earlier, he’d bought basketball tickets for himself and my brother-in-law–perfect, center court seats–but there was just no way he could go. My sister and I put together a small “welcome home” party for my daughter one night, and Amadeus attended for a while, sporting his new t-shirt, but he was miserable and we left early. As I write this, days later, he’s on the sofa with a heating pad in a mild Hydrocodone fog. He thinks my name is Janelle and that we live in Argentina. My poor baby.

Anyway, everyone’s left, and things are almost back to normal. It’s been a whirlwindy couple of months. In between all of these life changes and celebrations, I’ve been writing like a madwoman. I just published a new story, finished up some essays and I’ve started a novel. I’ll tell you about all of it soon, but I’m going to end this little update and check on Amadeus.


7 thoughts on “I’m Back, She’s Back, His Back

  1. Pat . says:

    Welcome back – I was just thinking about organizing a search party.
    Sorry to hear about Amadeus – but everything else sounds great. I hope he recovers soon.

    I think we should see how many times we can use the word “back” in one post! Everything else is great, and thank you. I hope he mends soon too. He has to go “back” to work tomorrow, and he’s still in a lot of pain.

  2. timethief says:

    Welcome back and wow! have you ever been busy, girl. Best wishes and prayers for Amadeus’s early and complete recovery.

    Thank you, TT. I truly appreciate the wishes and the prayers. The last time he did this, he was out of commission for an entire summer vacation. For some reason, he believed he could water ski. This time, he simply believed he could move a chair.

    Big hugs–think of you often, and hope that all is well.

  3. mrs fringe says:

    Welcome Back! Overall, sounds like good stuff, but oh! poor Amadeus. :( Congratulations to your daughter–and thank her for me, too <3

    Thanks, Mrs. Fringe! Overall, great stuff. But we could do without the back problems. If it hurts this much looking at him wincing, I can’t even imagine what it must be like to experience it firsthand. I’ll definitely pass on your congrats and your thanks to my daughter.

  4. David says:

    Welcome back and congratulations on all these fine familial doings, with the exception of the back problem. It sounds awful- I wish you a speedy recovery Amadeus!

    My wife and I are AARP members too. We get a magazine. It’s so exciting. :(

    Oh my gosh–I get the magazine too??? This aging thing just keeps getting better and better. I joined AARP for the hotel and car rental discount during all of this. I keep wanting to pull the card out, just to see if someone says, “You’re old enough to be an AARP member? NO WAY!!” So far, I haven’t had the opportunity. I booked the hotel and car online.

    Amadeus sends his thanks to everyone for the recovery wishes. He believes that you are all from a small, faraway planet, and he’s delighted that you come in peace. I’m sort of exaggerating the effects of his meds–it passes the time.

  5. thebeadden says:

    So happy for you and your family. Well wishes to your husband. PUBLISHED??? Is this a first? Right on! Can’t wait for the novel.

    Thank you ((((Bead))))! Yes, I’m a self-publishing tycoon now. :) I can’t wait for the novel either! Excited about this one.

  6. ryoko861 says:

    Won’t be joining AARP until my husband retires from his present job. I wish they would stop sending me mail!
    You HAVE been busy! Better than just sitting around watching the dust settle! Good to have you back!

    It’s an AARP plot to wear you down. They’re banking on the fact that you’re old and feeble, and that your resistance is withering away. For me, it was worth it–that hotel discount more than made up for the $16 membership fee.

    Thanks for the welcome back, (((Ryoko)))! No dust settling here. Amadeus headed back to work today, and I’m doing the same! I hope he makes it through the day. He was still very sore and scrunchy when he left.

  7. chris9911 says:

    wb MbMq :)

    Thank you, Chris! I saw the wonderful mention on your blog–how wonderful!!Thanks, you sweetie, you!

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