What happened?

Well, I know what happened.  I got married, had a son, adopted a daughter, bought a business, and then my husband died.  Now I'm living with my kids, my fiancé, and his 13-year-old son.  He also has custody of his 17-year-old adopted son, who lives out of state with his biological dad and stepmom.  But still I wonder, WHAT happened?!

I'm starting this blog to help get my head around my life now.  While both my bonus sons - yes, I'm that person, and I'm going to call them that! - are wonderful boys, it's an adjustment having someone new in the house who doesn't know my anal-retentive OCD compulsive ways. Who is awesome when it comes to helping a stranger in Walmart, but won't help out around the house without fussing like Chewbacca.  So for my own sanity, here I am.

I'm 48, and have lived in the same city for about 46 of those years. My husband grew up here too, and between us we knew somebody just about everywhere we went.  We had our son in our 20s, got married in Vegas, then decided after six years we wanted a little girl too.  Off to the county, and 18 months later we had our princess.  Sounds adorably cute, more on that later at some point.

Anyway, we were just chugging along through life, waiting until the kids grew up so we could move away and start OUR lives, when he died suddenly on an early summer evening.  Just. Like. That.  Now you see him, now he's gone.  My new motto(s): "It is what it is" and "What are you gonna do?".  What else can you say?  There's two kids that need you, and a business that needs to be run.  So you drink yourself to sleep at night, drag yourself out of bed in the morning, and just keep going.  I'm a mom, that's what we do.

Next up: Match.com and a fiancé.