Jsack's Mom's Blog

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Love, Valentines Day, and the Walking Dead

My husband and I have been together for a long time. We have grown up together on this journey as a couple. I remember past Valentines days before kids and they included an expensive dinner, wine, chocolates, and time alone. Over these last few years intimate dinners gazing into each other’s eyes over seafood linguine have been few and far between.

 Securing a qualified sitter (able to handle the challenges of a special needs child) on the most expensive holiday of the year isn’t an easy task. Each family Valentine’s Day isn’t without a fancy meal, wine, and chocolate. Now they’re spent without the eye gazing, in my pajamas, and with two kids cuddled up watching Netflix. These moments are precious to me and I wouldn’t trade them for anything else because really it’s all about love. 

The love I have for my husband, my children, and the love I have for myself. When life is difficult and I find it hard to surf the waves of joy and disappointment I look towards them. My island of stability keeping me laughing, entertained, and loved. My husband and I are huge The Walking Dead fans and love all things zombie. So we’ve been having a count down on the calendar till tomorrow nights Season six premiere. When the show goes into its fall hiatus it’s a sad day in our house. 

  
We find ourselves watching previous seasons on Netflix and this week it’s been a marathon to get us caught up for the big day! My husband knows I have a über crush on Norman Reedus’character Daryl Dixon. He will tease when he sees him on talk shows and he’ll call me into the room and say “honey you’re boyfriend’s on tv.” I will giggle and come running so I can swoon over his loveliness. 

Why Daryl you may ask? Well I love a strong man with family values, able to live off the land, take care of himself in a conflict, offer a supportive ear to a friend in need, and cook a squirrel on a open fire and make it tasty. This may be a spoiler alert for a few so I’ll give you time to stop reading and you can hum TWD theme music…

Daryl has to face the most difficult task when his brother Merle returns to the governors compound and in turn gets bit by a zombie. Daryl storms in to rescue Merle, Andrea, and Mischonne and finds his brother’s blood thirsty gaze in his direction. In order to protection himself he then shoots his brother. The sadness that ensues is palpable as he holds him in his arms and cries out all his pain. 

I have always been a fan since the first season but that scene made me a believer in his character and a lover of all things Norman Reedus. I had first saw him in the Indie hit movie Boon Dock Saints 1 and 2 speaking in Irish accent and I found myself swooning. Tonight will be The Walking Dead Eve so that will mean a Valentine’s Day dinner feast lovingly prepared by my sweet husband. 

There will be wine, chocolate, and heart cookies we will watch Netflix and hang out in our pj’s and enjoy each other’s company.  Then tomorrow you’ll see us cuddled up watching our favourite show and over 1,3000 zombies on the screen in an episode director by Greg Nicotero the phenomenal makeup artist. There will be screams, hiding my face in my pillow at the most gruesome parts, and gazing into my loves eyes. That’s romance after ten years of marriage that’s how we roll. ❤️

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Things that go bump in the night

What is that, that I touch, it feels bumpy and yet I’m able to stick my finger inside and feel something squishy? Is it brain matter, yet it feels bumpy like one of gourds from the garden. They feel so smooth as I run my hands all over it. It’s pitch black I can’t see anything but my other senses are heightened. My ears perk up as I hear a sound of moaning and growling. I’m really scared now so I turn to run and then it’s got a hold of me and its dragging me down deeper and deeper into the darkness. Hands are across my throat and the growling is close by my ear. The breath feels hot on my skin and the moaning has turned into a sickly death rattle. I reach down grab a hold of my leg and it’s covered in something sticky and take off my Don’t F$&K with me boot and start swinging with all my might. The hands release from my throat and there’s a splash I scramble to get up and crawl away. Then something else grabs a hold of my arm and pulls me down. I struggle and scream as I’m pulled into the water. My eyes are are on fire, I can’t see, but I can hear more moaning as it turns into a symphony of death as it moves towards me. I’m surrounded and there’s no where to go so I get very quiet and try to swim away. I start praying with all my might if I survive this night of the living zombies I’ll eat better, swear less, and let my kids eat junky cereal when they ask. Suddenly I feel my hands on cold cement so I slowly get up and inch my way along the wall. I’m soaking wet, cold, and my blood is frozen in my veins. All I can hear is the thumping in my heart as it explodes in my ears. Suddenly the lights go on and I’m blinded for a moment as the brightness assaults my vision. I look up and there’s my sweet Darryl standing there crossbow ready and shooting all the zombies around me. As I look around at the body count around me he reaches for my hand. My prayers have been answered he’s really here to rescue me from a zombie attack. Brains, blood, and body parts, and the stench of blood are everywhere as I swim out the toxic human waste to my hero.
Beep, beep, beep, beep I open my eyes and roll over to that annoying sound of my alarm. I’m half asleep and groggy and so disappointed it was only a dream. That will teach me to go to bed after watching a Walking Dead marathon. Now I’m a Mombie in search of caffeine, a hot shower, and brains!!!!!

Happy Halloween 😃🎃👻

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