I'm back blogging...I think

I have once again gone an eternity without blogging. I am trying to find the energy to do it. Things around my house have gone from hectic, to frantic and slowly transitioned to a relative calm all of course while day-to-day ex/step drama continues.

In October my husband was involved in a shooting. He is a police officer and he was forced to draw his weapon on a man who wanted to die and made statements he was not going to go alone. He was late getting off work but I had no idea what was going on. I had staying home with a sick Kent and convinced Superman not to take off early that I would stay home all day. I will regret that decision for a long time to come.

I received a text from Superman telling me he was involved in a shooting, he was fine, and he would be interviewed before he could be released. My heart stopped. So as the good officer’s wife, I prepared dinner, put the kids to bed, and sat by the phone and television waiting on news. I replayed the morning events over and over. I have always asked Superman to wake me up before he leaves for work, no matter the time. I know there is always a chance he may not make it home and the least I can do is kiss him, tell him I love him and be careful no matter what time he leaves. I don’t crawl into bed until he is safely home. I racked my brains and could not remember doing that this particular morning.

To make matters worse, dispatch called the house looking for my husband. I was initially panicked which soon turned to livid after the call was ended. The people who should know where he is at are now calling me. I immediately got off the phone with them and called him on his cell phone. He answered almost immediately and then I explained what happened. Dispatch hadn’t tried his personal cell phone or even paged him in the building. Awesome job people. My husband is held to a higher standard by the public because he carries a gun, I hold dispatch to a higher standard because I put his safety in their hands every day. I filed a formal complaint.

Shortly after that I started fertility treatments. The medication is making me crazy I think.

On the stepmother front, Lois is having problems with Krypto. I actually took her home one day, I thanked her because Krypto’s attention is on her and I actually said to her, “I told you so.” But she doesn’t have a whole lot of choices right now because she has burned everyone else in the family.

Thanksgiving went really well. My mother and sister came in along with Superman’s sister. I baked my first pumpkin pie and my first attempt at homemade stuffing went really well. Now I’m gearing up for Christmas where once again we will be playing host to everyone.

Our visitation schedules has Christmas split and every other year we get Christmas morning. This is the first year, Kent will really be able to enjoy it but the other kids won’t get there till 2pm. I’m trying to decide how to do it. Does he open all presents? Only for Santa? Do you spend more on the children who are in the house all the time since they don’t have another house to go to? Any suggestions on it would be great.