16 October 2007
Decompression

It’s been almost two weeks since I’ve had the energy to sit down and write anything. Two weeks has been a long time, especially considering the roller coaster I’ve been on during that time.

It’s been a rough couple of years around here. To say anything else would just be sugar-coating the truth. And considering the size of my hind parts, sugar-coating is the last thing I need. Amid all the promises that things will calm down, soon, Marc and I have found ourselves with less and less time for things that matter so much to us, namely ourselves. We’ve been living in a pressure cooker, and it’s been ready to blow up for a while now.

Neither of us are ready to pick up what’s left after a nuclear meltdown and restart. We’ve got entirely too much invested in this deal to let little things push us over the edge. Three kids in three years, the constant battle of making the farm work, the nightmare of the house, the utter and complete lack of space around here, all of it has been dragging us down, but in a hidden way. Child rearing fatigue has turned me into someone I hardly recognize, so you can imagine how changed Marc has found me. And all the stresses from his work, on that infernal farm, has turned Marc into someone who no longer knows how to relax and just breathe. We’ve come a long, long way from the ideals we set out with almost seven years ago.

It’s been tough.

So we’ve laid all our crap out on the table, opened up all the closets and let the skeletons see the light of day, and realized we have a hell of a lot of little problems we need to iron out. Big problems are usually easy, ya know. One big problem, even though it’s HUGE, can be resolved easier than a heap of small problems, all of which are intricately linked and need to be untangled first, then fixed. So that’s what we’re doing.

And that’s why, in a little over a week, Monkey and I are flying Stateside. I need to recharge my batteries, touch base with my roots and take a much needed break from all the crap floating around in the air here. And I seriously need a HUGE dose of retail therapy, in the form of the great Walmart, because I have finally realized and come to terms with the fact that I am just displaced white trash. I mean, shit, I live in France and I very literally have dreams about shopping in Walmart. It’s sad.

It’s been almost four years since my last trip home, and four years, for me, has just been too long. I’ve never really claimed to suffer from homesickness, probably because there’s really no home to get sick for. My parents are both gone, my brother and two sisters, with whom I am admittedly not close, are scattered all over hell’s half acre. My brother and I did see a bit more of each other than we do now, but mostly because we lived close enough to not have an excuse to do otherwise. My sisters I saw only at my parents’ funerals. We’re not exactly the kind of family that pines for each other.

But apparently homesickness is a bit more than just missing family. There are my friends, my culture, all the food I love, the lifestyle I was so used to, the ability to find clothes to fit my ax-handle-and-a-half-across ass, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and a whole list of other things that, while not quite as obvious as missing family, have created a hole in my tiny, frozen heart.

Since I was last ‘home’, I’ve had three kids, built a falling-down house, changed cars twice, changed jobs, changed my hair twice, given up on wearing contacts, gone gray(er). I’ve gained and lost what seems like hundreds of pounds, and while my weight is actually lower than that last visit, my form has changed significantly—thank you babies. I’ve gone from the euphoric high of being a first-time mom to the darkest low of second-time baby blues and hovered around the third-time nonchalant-who-cares-anymore-this-is-reality-deal-with-it-ness that has probably been more destructive than any of my other moods. My self-esteem has really suffered there, and that’s been very bad for all concerned.

My clothes, most of which were purchased pre-France, are in such a state that even the recycling folks look at me like I’m off my rocker when I bring them in. I can fit in them, really, but not comfortably (again, that changing shape thing). And honestly, I have only one pair of jeans that isn’t in tatters. There’s nothing left to sew back together. It’s not like home—I can’t just pop into the local boutique and find replacements because 1. French women don’t come in my shape and 2. Holy Price Tag Batman! I can find shoes here, and on sale, but shoes, sadly, do not cover my butt. And my butt? It needs covering. I’ve spent the last few months dressed as a modern-day version of the Matchstick Girl, and dude, it’s been rather hard.

Lest you think it’s just my vanity that’s been sucking me under, let me assure it goes a bit deeper than that. I live in a world completely different from the one I grew up in. I can fake certain things, like Thanksgiving for example. But how does one fake Halloween? My kids are half American, and I feel an obligation to raise them with as much of my old country’s customs as I can. But Halloween? Ya kind of need community participation for that. Either that, or a lot of patience to drive to all the Americans’ houses Trick-or-Treating—because around these parts we’re all rather scattered. Monkey’s at the age where Halloween can be something special, and I want, I NEED for him to have that.

And the language thing. Oh God, I’ve been so terrible about that. He understands me, or at least he fakes it pretty well, whenever I talk to him in English. But switching back and forth between French and English turns my brain to mush, and the look he gives me when I do use English with him, that look of ‘you are using that made-up language again, crazy lady’ is a bit discouraging, too. And what better time to toss him into the fray than now? He needs to see that Mama isn’t just speaking gibberish, and I need a bit of outside reinforcement.

So next Wednesday Monkey and I are flying out, first to London, then on to the Big Bad USA to fix a few of the things that need fixing. And I am, for the moment, trying to tackle to little problems that this trip is creating. How do I deal with leaving more than half my family behind? How to handle a monkey on a very long trip? How do I not spend every single centime we have left? (that’s the hardest one I think)

I’m not too worried about leaving the girls with their papa. Marc is a good dad, and while I often bitch that he isn’t around enough (because of the farm), when he is around, he does take good care of his babies. We have a very different approach to certain things, but I think that’s probably a good thing. And he isn’t suffering from an overdose of child rearing. Honestly that’s about all I’ve done for the better part of two years, and I am worn the hell out. Marc’s much more likely to try new things with them than I am because he’s got the energy for it. I do not. So while I’m on the other side of the world with Monkey-1, Marc’s taking Monkeys- 2 and -3 on a road trip of his own, possibly dragging Vivi & Mô along for fun. He’s going to get a dose of what I deal with everyday, and while that sounds rather snarky, it truly isn’t. He can’t help me find solutions if he doesn’t know the problems.

And when we all come home, after our healthy doses of fresh air and not-so-healthy doses of missing each other to the point we hurt, we’ll tackle the rest of that pile of little problems, because when we put our minds to something, Marc and I, we’re unstoppable.

 
posted by Doc at 10:29 | Permalink |


14 Comments:


  • At 12:33, Blogger Antipodeesse

    Darlin', this is SUCH GREAT NEWS! A trip home will do your heart good.

    And I can't wait to see you and your butt when you get back.
    xxx

     
  • At 14:17, Anonymous Alison

    That is definitely good news. If you are in the Kentucky neck of the woods, let me know.

     
  • At 15:10, Anonymous trecekx3

    D.,
    I am so glad that you are coming home for a bit! Awesome! I completely understand the homesickness that you are going through; having moved to 3 different states in 3 years has its tolls, too. Please know that you are more than welcome to stay with us in New Orleans. My girls would love to go trick or treating with Monkey 1! They would love to teach him the tradition of Halloween! Just send me an email to discuss it more if you like!
    Talk at you later!

    Kim T.

     
  • At 15:58, Anonymous Anne

    Doris:

    We are looking forward to the visit. There is a church carnival for Matthieu on Monday the 29th which is just the the old carnivals we went to as kids. David is going to drive the lawn mower with the trailer filled with hay for trick-or-treating on Halloween. Lots of good cooking and chillin out. We now have a new WalMart in Leland so you have three to chose from. Don't forget Target. If you can get here by 6:00pm on the 25th, you can join us for a "girls night out".

    Give the other babies a big kiss!! and we can't wait to meet Monkey/glad you're coming too.

    Love,

    Anne

     
  • At 17:14, Blogger La Rêveuse

    This is the best news (and the best post) I've read from you in a long time. Good for you! I am so proud for you--it sounds like this is long overdue, but definitely not easy to admit. Welcome home--if you're in Pennsylvania, you're definitely welcome here.

    I hope you find what you're looking for. I'll be waiting to hear. (((Doc)))

     
  • At 18:42, Blogger Heather

    I so hear you on this. Hub and I just had a five day getaway from the kids and teh reconnection was amazing. Once you return though, it's all business as usual and the weight of it can be crushing. Your approach to this seems healthy and I really hope you enjoy some of that good old North American EVERYTHING! I love France like not other country, but I've never lived there and I can see after just visiting how hard it could be culturally and emotionally.

    You amaze me, in the good way.

     
  • At 02:37, Blogger Kim/Thomas

    If you are in NY, please please please stop by:) and seriously...i need to get your address, cause i am not sure what size you are...but i have tons of clothes that people drop off to me and they are like tag still on type nice! Brands I can never buy, I'd love to share, there are just some things that I don't even try on!

    I hope you have an awesome time..you'll get yourself back:) trust me, once you face it square in the face...then it happens:) I love your last line...well actually i loved the whole post! (I even have a tiny tear:) You guys will be just fine:) I can tell!

     
  • At 02:38, Blogger Kim/Thomas

    OH and how do we track your trip??? And email me at kimdylanchase at hotmail dot com...and i will give you the address for postcards!
    and let me know if you will be close to NY!!!!!!

     
  • At 07:03, Anonymous Robin de San Francisco

    Doc,

    YOU are definitely, officially my HERO. I mean, like, I'm selling "I HEART DOC" T-shirts and "Honk if you love Doc" bumper stickers on Ebay. How'd ya get so wise and brave?

    It is clear that you and the hubster have a handle on things and I am sending lots of positive energy your way for restorative and rejuvanating trip home.

    Wishing you bountiful Walmart excursions and all the cheddar grits your arteries can stand!

     
  • At 10:54, Blogger nicole

    Good for you on your trip. And best of luck in general and untangling. Your honesty is refreshing. Here's to things turning around.

     
  • At 19:04, Blogger Poppy Fields

    Four years is a long time to not touch base with the foundation of who you are. You touch the heart of many ex-pats with this post. I hope you have a wonderful time back in the USA...and your Monkey is at just the right age to go see that English isn't Mom's gibberish :)

     
  • At 06:27, Anonymous Anonymous

    salut doris!!! moi c'est igor! est-ce que tu me reconnais? alors, ça fait deja 7 ans que tu nous as quitté pour un monde meilleur.. lol je veux dire le vieux monde! l'europe! la france!

    it's funny how i found you on the last day before your trip back to the us.

    i didn't have a chance to read much of your blog yet, as i just wanted to say hi first. but wow! just taking a quick look, so much is going on in your life! i am so excited to get back in touch with you.

    how long are you going to stay in the us and where will you be based, in nc? we moved to indy by the way so feel free to come up if you have time. drop me a line at shvyrkovi@yahoo.com. stay in touch!

    à plus tard!

     
  • At 14:26, Blogger jchevais

    Poppy Fields is oooohhhhh so right. I'm going through a hell of a homesickness bout right now. Sigh. I probably won't be able to get back to Canada until October of next year. Boo.

     
  • At 10:53, Blogger Deb

    Doc,

    Sorry to hear that you are going through such a rough time. I know you have your hands full with everything, but hopefully this trip back home will be just the thing you need to make you feel better.

    Enjoy your trip!!!!!