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Different Paths

Another title for this post could have been “Growing Pains” and I hope you take what’s being said as a positive as it relates to personal growth. Growing pains can hurt, but they’re typically a sign that you’re making progress. It’s true when your body is growing and it’s equally relevant when embarking on a new direction in your life. Let’s look at your divorce as an example. You’ve worked hard to maintain a positive relationship with your ex. Despite some bumps in the road, for the most part you’ve both been able to see past it and have worked relatively well together. My hunch is, that there are good weeks and bad weeks. I mean let’s face it; if you were able to work that well together consistently, you’d probably still be married. But you’re not. A truth that over time will likely build distance between the two of you despite your best attempts to continue parenting as a tandem.

Sometimes one of you just needs time to digest recent events that may have rubbed you or your ex the wrong way. Sometimes life simply pulls you in another direction. I think it’s an illusion to believe that every attempt to work closely on schedules, events and parenting issues is going to go smoothly. It didn’t happen when you were married, no reason to believe it’s magically going to start happening now that you’re divorced no matter how good you get at compromise.

As your life takes you in new directions, it’s also likely that your confidence, both in being a dad and the choices you make as a parent, is going to grow. You’ll start to find your own groove and get accustomed to making decisions about things that in the past were made as a team. You’ll start to get more comfortable with doing things without consult and realize that, while many issues will always require a discussion or notification, not all roads have to go through your ex when it comes to parenting. And to an extent that’s fine. Just don’t get cocky about it.

There are going to be moments when it sinks in a little deeper that you’re no longer a couple. Part of the purpose of working closely with your ex is to help maintain that sense of family that is so important to the kids. But from time to time, things are going to happen that will remind everyone that you’re not. And it’s going to suck. It’s not necessarily the end of the world, but reality has a nasty way of slapping us in the face from time to time. So just be aware. Recognize that you’re not going to be thrilled with every decision your ex makes when it comes to the kids. Conversely, you’re going to make choices that are going to piss off your ex.

When that happens, stop for a moment and consider, even if for just a moment, if you’ve gone too far or if the decision you’ve made is actually quite reasonable. Is your ex over reacting and making assumptions? Are you? It’s easy to presume that one deliberately did something in an attempt to undermine the other. Typically that’s not the case and all you can do is reassure the other person of the truth and then it’s up to them to take your word for it or not. Still, when you work closely with an ex-spouse, sometimes it’s difficult to recognize the boundaries between still being a family unit and being a divorced couple.

I made an agreement with my ex-wife that we would try to include each other in a lot of things like holidays, birthdays, extra curricular activities, school events etc. And so far it’s gone pretty well. We’ve even had each other over for dinner from time to time. But sometimes, I think it’s natural for it to feel a little too close. There comes a point where in some respects, you’re going to want that space. Especially as you start to feel more at ease with being a single parent.

When that happens, I think you should embrace it as it means your’e growing. But I also believe, it’s worth considering the other side of the coin. I’m not saying you should necessarily change your course every time, since there comes a point when your life and the decisions you make are going to be more and more your own. Just remember the shoe will likely be on the other foot at some point and be prepared for the fact that once you start to take those steps there is another person who will likely take some of their own. And it’s going to hurt when they do. Just as it did for them when you found your own stride. And it’ll be up to you to acknowledge and not make it an excuse to get angry. It won’t always be an easy decision, but it’s an important one.

There are going to be struggles for both of you as time passes and lives take their own turns. It’s all about navigating those ebbs and flows and remembering that it’s a two way street and that from time to time, it’s going to hurt. Just promise yourself that you’re going to do whatever you can to ensure that you’re the one who’s going to be feeling the burn, not your kids.

 

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I’m HANGRY!

We’ve all had moments when for some reason our kid(s) just seem possessed and unreachable. It can happen at some of the most inopportune times and leave us scratching our heads for an answer. And of course at times it can push US off the deep end as well.

Now, for some of you this may seem like a no brainer. But for others who may have been thrust into single parenthood, especially dads who up until know relied on “mom” to handle meals, this may be a helpful piece of knowledge to keep in your back pocket.

When my ex-wife and I were still together, we noticed a definitive pattern with our kids when it came to their demeanor. It would happen just about every day around 4 p.m. and would become known within our family as the witching hour. An edginess would creep into the household and little tempers would flare. The kids would get antsy, edgy and at times unmanageable.

Over time we recognized a pattern. A hungry child equalled a kid who quickly lost control of all faculties. You could bank on it. It wasn’t just a minor edginess either, it would be a complete lack of ability to control emotions and actions. With three of them it could cause a complete train wreck. And then of course it hit me. These were the offspring of a man who gets incredibly ornery if he doesn’t eat; a phrase a friend of mine recently referred to as “hangry.”

As an example, twice this past week I noticed one of my kids becoming inconsolable and incredulously uncooperative. One of these moments occurred on a day when dinner was missed due to an early softball game. My youngest started to lose the ability to reason and was growing increasingly whiney and loud. No words, timeouts, or threats of consequences were having any affect. I then noticed myself growing increasingly annoyed and frustrated as well, which was what typically happened before this cause and affect was recognized. But now, recognizing that it was 6:00 and that the kid had missed snack time after school, I stopped dead in my tracks and made a run to Sonic. Within five minutes (literally) of getting food on the kid’s stomach he became a completely different kid. I’m not kidding. It was that immediate and was like watching Jekyll and Hyde. You could literally see the transformation before your eyes.

The beauty of this knowledge is that it accomplishes two things. One, it immediately allows you to put down your own defenses because you’re able to recognize there’s a direct cause of the activity. The second is, you can quickly fix the issue and even prepare ahead of time.

At the same time, pointing out to them the difference and teaching them to recognize that they may need sustenance empowers them to help manage their own mood swings. How liberating it will be once they can recognize how they’re acting and realize they may need to eat something.

So now, pockets and glove compartments have cereal bars and snacks in them. Cucumbers, cheese and crackers await the kids when they get off the school bus. And of course, whenever possible, ensuring meals take place when they should is an essential; even when we’re in a rush in the morning. That’s kind of a “duh” I know, but we all know how easy it is to skip dinner when there’s a 5:00 baseball game or we need to be in four places at the same time on a Saturday.

Now obviously, hunger isn’t always the answer. It could be an earache, something that happened at school that day, or they could just be in a mode. Or maybe, for some reason, today they’re simply struggling with something; perhaps even the divorce. The point to all of this is to consider the source of their actions and not necessarily throw your arms up in the air and assume they’re being brats just for the sake of being a brat. Typically there’s an underlying reason for their actions and our jobs as parents is to find the strength to control our own reactions while we attempt to get to the root of our child’s.

It’s funny isn’t it? How often we take for granted the things we’ve learned about ourselves over the years and yet expect our kids to know and understand their own emotions from day one. Sometimes in the heat of the tantrum it just helps to stop for a moment and recognize your kid is obviously hurting on some level, either emotionally or physically, and needs some guidance more than a stern voice. Easier said than done, but as hard as it can be, sometimes the best thing we can do is stop, listen and be the reasoning voice for both of parties; especially when you’re both a little “hangry.”

 

 

 

 

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Spring Mental Cleaning

How do you do it? I’m relatively new at this game having been officially divorced for only about 8 months. And I can’t help but look at people who have done this and sometimes wonder, HOW in the world do you manage to survive?

Now, I’ll admit, I’ve made some mistakes these past few months and have been thrown several curve balls that haven’t helped matters, but I can’t help but think that this wasn’t a cakewalk for anyone who’s divorced with kids. The sheer volume of additional responsibilities thrust upon you after a separation is mind blowing. I’m not complaining mind you. I’m doing my best and somehow have gotten this far. But I woke up the other day and realized that in many areas, I’ve fallen backward rather than moved forward in terms of where my life is. I’ve dug some fairly deep holes which seemed like good ideas at the time, but are now making survival all that more strenuous. Trying to be all things to all people has caught up with me a bit and I’m finding myself desperately trying to regroup.

And what brings me peace? Of all things it’s cleaning the house. If I can have the house in order I feel like my foundation is set and I can build from there. If the house is in disarray … then I feel completely disheveled, lost, frustrated and overwhelmed. Maybe it’s because in my head then I feel like I’m falling behind in all aspects of my life. But as soon as I fold and put away a load of laundry, make the beds, put things away, clean the floors and get rid of clutter, suddenly I feel ready to tackle another one of life’s challenges.

I’m sure my ex-wife would fall over hearing that. But it’s true and I think on some level I have a new appreciation for some of her tirades about picking up after ourselves or putting things away when we were done with them. I mean, I got it before, but now I understand more of the root of those emotions. It’s not just about having an orderly house, it’s about having an orderly life. Something I wish I’d recognized in my 20′s.

And to those of you who have managed to survive to this point. I tip my hat. No one can fully appreciate what this is like, nor can anyone entering into this have any sort of knowledge of what’s coming. I just hope and pray there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. Because I won’t lie. There are day’s I’m not so sure.

Well, my desktop is currently full of crap and it’s driving me crazy. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to wrap up this entry and start purging.

 

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The Mad Rush! (sleep update #2)

Well … yes I was up until after midnight. But I was being very productive and would have stayed up later, but forced myself to get some sleep.

However my eldest came in at 11:17 to tell me her foot itched. This was a foreshadowing of what was to come:

Let me state for the record that 9 out of 10 mornings run very smoothly without incident. Everyone normally has their clothes pulled out for the morning and we have a pretty good routine worked out. Because of that, even when they’re tired, they typically just blindly follow the norm and we’re good to go. And this particular morning started off very calm with hugs and kisses to wake everyone up and plenty of time to get ready. But for whatever reason, (I’m personally blaming the time change as I believe I am allowed to do so for up to 5 days) … this particular morning our machine was short on oil and within 10 minutes:
7:01:
- DAAADDDDDD … I don’t have anything TO WEAR!!!
- Get out of my room!
- She’s is a jerk! I HATE HER!
- Can I play hooky today?
- I don’t want a peanut butter sandwich in my lunch today I HATE peanut butter!
- All of my shirts are too small!
- Stop touching me!
- “Daaaadddd … Where are my pink sandals that I wore last year?”
- LEAVE ME ALONE!
- DAAAADDDDD!!!!
- These pants don’t fit me!
- Daaaaddd!!!
- I wanna be a car rider.
- I can’t find socks!
- STOP BANGING ON THE DOOR!
- But I need to brush my teeth!
- Get OUT of the BATHROOM!
- I NEED TO BRUSH MY TEETH STUPID HEAD!
- I HATE these jeans!
- Daaaaddd!!!
- @ 7:51: “where’s my other pink sandal?”
- @ 7:52: “Dad I can only find one shoe!!!”
- @ 7:53: “seriously I can only find one pink sandal! UURRRGGGG!!!!”
- @ 7:54: “PLEASE … can I play hooky today?”
- @ 7:55: FOUND IT!
- You sit in the middle
- I sat in the middle last time
- Stop bumping me!!!
- I CAN’T BUCKLE!!!

I of course, being so well rested, was calm as a cucumber the entire time .

At 7:58 we pulled up to the bus stop as the bus was pulling up. We stopped for a moment and though having spoken in tongues the previous 50 minutes, we all managed to apologize for how badly the morning went in a calm rational manner at which point my list maker decided we would gather after school and revisit our plan to make sure we got back on track tomorrow. And then somehow, by the grace of God and all that’s good … somewhere through divine intervention, as they were running to the bus, all three stopped to run back and give me a hug and kiss before they got on.

And I … slowly slid back in my car and headed for my day.

It’s easy to blame the kids for a rough morning like that. But the truth is it’s up to us to guide them. Make sure they have what they need and that everything is together and as ready as we can make it. If I was digging in the dryer for matching socks for 15 minutes … I had no one to blame but myself. So I take my share of the burden for this morning. Life was a little too full and I let some things lax and suffered the consequences. How I react to the kids is also my choice. Their mom and I tell them all the time, “how you react is YOUR choice.” I told them before they got on the bus that if I raised my voice or got annoyed, that wasn’t their fault. How I chose to react is my choice just like how they react is theirs. We can’t blame each other for how we respond to a circumstance. That’s up to us.

SO … I’ll take this morning as a learning and teaching opportunity and will let you know what adjustments we make at half time and how tomorrow goes.

 

Pace Yourself

For me, a big aspect of life is pacing yourself and building momentum. It started when I began running competitively at the ripe ole’ age of seven and as I would get older I would notice many parallels between life and running. The most important of these was the importance of understanding your own limits and how to properly pace yourself. The biggest problem for me was that I was horribly impatient. It took everything I had not to sprint out in the lead and burn out in the first 100 yards of a mile race.

This fundamental truth paralleled my own life as I wanted everything to happen immediately and I always came out of the gate strong only to burn out quickly. It was a pattern that would be both a blessing and a curse throughout my career. I’d be full of enthusiasm and vigor for about six months and then burn out. If I was lucky I’d make it through a few weeks of recharging the batteries and I’d be off and running again. If not, I’d eventually move on to something more challenging and exciting and even more exhausting.

By now you’re probably wondering, “what in God’s green earth does that have to do with being a divorced father of three?” Well that’s a good question. When you’re a parent you really don’t get many opportunities to recharge. If you’re lucky you have a spouse who can pick up the ball and run with it when you crash. But when you’re a divorced, single parent that luxury is gone. Even if you have the support of an ex-wife or other family members, when the kids are with you, it’s all on your shoulders to keep it moving. There’s no running to the grocery store to pick up milk without getting all three dressed and transitioned to the car. The three of them can become life a school of piranah all feeding off of your existence. You’re constantly on the move, constantly going. Sit for five seconds and one of them is bound to yell, “DADDDDDDD … there’s no toilet paper!!!!”

At first you envision the end of the week finish line. Sunday at six they’ll go to their mom’s and you’ll be able to regroup. But that’s when you catch up with client work and getting the house back in order. Suddenly it’s Sunday again and the house still isn’t together, the work isn’t completed and you have to pick up the kids in an hour. You forgot to restock the fridge and the jeans you know your daughter is going to want to wear to school in the morning are still in the laundry basket. It’s a never ending vicious cycle.

The first few months I was all over it. Piece of cake I said to myself. I’ve got this. But then I started noticing that I was pacing myself for a 5K not a marathon. It wasn’t long before I started freaking out, afraid I’d hit the wall sooner than later. Little things started getting missed. An extra pair of shoes on the kitchen floor. Toys left laying around in the bonus room. The car was starting to get creepy dirty. Lunches started getting made 15 minutes before the kids had to be on the bus rather than the night before. Papers were piling up on my desk. Laundry was getting done, but there were little piles strewn throughout the house waiting to be put away.

I was slipping and falling to the back of the pack and I wasn’t seeing a finish line.

The end.

Just kidding.

Sort of.

Eventually you crash. It’s inevitable. Your body and mind simply aren’t in shape for this long a run. I finally gave myself a day to just veg. I crashed on the couch and shut off all the computers and tv’s and just did nothing but sleep. I kept the phone on in case of an emergency but otherwise shut the world out cold turkey. It was liberating. The next morning I woke up a little groggy, but after a cup of coffee and an hour of decompression, I felt renewed and had a fresh perspective on my new reality. Was it bliss after that? Hell no. Life was still waiting for me on the other side. But I at least had the mental capacity to face it and deal with it with a clearer head.

I continue to struggle with the constant movement and with trying to keep up with everything that is my world. Raising three kids and building a small business both require 110% of my being. That’s 220%. Who has that? And sometimes I fall back in the pack a little. Despite the dishes being cleaned, the laundry folded and the carpets vacuumed the house still feels cluttered and a bit unkept. Work is still overwhelming. I freak about having enough business and the paperwork is piled on my desk, but after every meltdown I’m a little more confident that I can keep things moving. Surrounding myself with supportive people helps. Maintaining a good relationship with my ex-wife helps. All of it put together creates a make shift safety net of sorts.

But it’s a lot. And at some point you have to acknowledge that what you’re trying to cope with is physically demanding and emotionally draining. Somewhere in that mess, as difficult as it is, you need to find a way to cut yourself some slack. Stop and go for a run or head to the “Y” for an hour to allow yourself a chance to clear your head. Sneak a nap in when you can. The laundry can wait. It’s not the end of the world if your daughter has to wear a pair of pants she doesn’t like once in a while. She’ll get over it and the boy sitting next to her will still like her. And if he doesn’t he’s a jerk anyway and she can do SO much better.

But back to the point. What’s important is that you keep in mind this truly is a marathon not a 5k. That’s the reality. It’s important to find a pace that works for you and adjust your life accordingly. Some miles will be easier than others. There will be hills but there will also be flats. Once in a while you may need to walk. And that’s o.k. I think what I’m coming to grips with is the fact that there really is no finish line. A pit stop here and there maybe, but no checkered flag. There won’t be that moment when you break the tape. And yet somehow you win. There are little victories every day. That’s what you need to focus on. The small triumphs that let you know you’re making progress. Give yourself those little trophies. Embrace them. Recognize that you’ve earned them. Then check your laces, stretch your back and start the next mile. Just be sure to pace yourself.

 

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A Kid’s Perspective

From my seven year old tonight as I was tucking her in.

“This divorce is tough on us kids you know. I mean, we have to keep TWO bedrooms clean, keep up with TWO sets of clothes, it’s tough Dad.”

So easy to get lost in how a divorce changes our lives. I think we make a lot of assumptions when it comes to our kids. Even in our attempts to ensure that they’re getting everything they need, I think it’s impossible to fathom what their perception is and how this is affecting them.

I think the best you can do is continually provide an open forum. Ask them questions as you’re tucking them in.  Let one of them help make dinner and ask them how they’re doing. Amazing what they’ll tell you if you simply ask. And what I’m working really hard at is validating their concerns rather than dismissing them or brushing them off. Along with the hugs I try to remind myself to offer them an ear and do your best to truly listen.

It’s not always easy, especially when life is especially full, and like most of you I can easily get wrapped up in the day to day hassles. But some of the things I’ve learned from listening encourage me to keep those lines of communication open.

For example; my daughters have been pushing me to go on e-harmony. They say I need a girlfriend. But a deeper look provided some better insights. When I asked “why” I need a girlfriend, they advised me that it would be nice to have someone else pick us up at the bus stop sometimes and make dinner and help with homework so I can work later. They also told me it would be nice to have someone else that could play with one of them while I go do something with one of the other ones.

What I gathered from this new information was that they miss the mom / dad family dynamic. There’s security in it for them. They miss one on one time and being able to go run errands with one of us while the other stays home with the other two. As I see it, it’s obvious that as well as things have gone, they’re still struggling with the adjustment.

And who isn’t? Why should we expect anything less? Hell, I still can’t make sense of it and find myself overwhelmed with all the extra hats I now wear. What would make me think they’ve already fully adjusted and have moved on? I’m sure they get an earful from friends at school as well. Lord only knows what stories they hear and what new fears they come home with each day. I can only imagine how dangerous it would be to let those fester.

I can’t help but think that the best answer is simply ensuring open communication and making sure that I don’t let my life get in the way of being there when they need to talk. That has to be the number one priority. If it means being 10 minutes late for an appointment, so be it.

And maybe instead of coming down on them for having a messy room, perhaps offering to help them once in a while knowing they have two to keep up with can’t hurt either.

 

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Run For Your Life!

It’s not what you think. In fact it’s probably just the opposite.

When you become a single parent, even when it’s a joint custody situation, time management becomes a required skill set on a much higher level than you’ve ever needed in the past. Every decision, action, and thought about your world is in your hands. A simple trip to the grocery store to buy milk requires putting all three kids in the car because there’s no one else to watch them. Add to the mix, work, deadlines, finances, laundry, groceries, house maintenance, school, breakfasts, lunches, dinners, meetings, … before you know it the week is over and you’ve accomplished a lot, but have spent little if any time on one very important person and that’s you.

I can’t tell you what it is about taking an hour here and there to exercise, but it does wonders I promise. I’ve been an avid runner since the age of 7. It’s an important part of my life. Since the divorce my ability to find time to fit in in has become more challenged. But I know that there are days when that 30-45 minutes literally saved my life and my state of mind. It’s a chance to just blow off steam. Sometimes yell out loud at who ever you want without recoil. It relieves aches, sore shoulders, releases tension and leaves you feeling incredibly drained, but in a good way.

There are days I really just don’t have the energy or gumption to get out there. But when I force myself to go, even for just 2-3 miles, I ALWAYS feel better afterward. I intentionally push myself sometimes to limits beyond what I think I have in me and it never fails to put me in a much better state of mind.

It could be chemical. It could be mental. But regardless. It’s an essential aspect of dealing with everything you have to deal with and puts me in a much better state of mind to handle the pressures of the new schedule.

Some additional reading:

http://running.about.com/od/running101/a/mentalbenefits.htm

http://www.thinkmuscle.com/articles/obrien/exercise-for-mental-health.htm

 
 
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