Just a couple of random thoughts

The other day I was watching a popular talk show when one of the guests said, talking about taking care of her children, "I've always done it on my own, he was never around to help." She was lamenting the fact that her now ex-husband was never around and she had to care for the children and house by herself but she didn't "get rid" of her husband earlier because she didn't want to be alone. The realization was, she WAS alone; all those years she was still married to her husband she was alone, because he was never there.
For the past couple of years I have been lamenting the fact that I am now all alone. I have no husband anymore. Like the woman on the talk show, my ex-husband was never around either. I took care of the house and the kids all by myself. I have been almost paralyzed since the divorce, trying to understanding how to move forward without a husband; without being married. How do I do my job and his? What is my job? What was his? Well, wake up! I don't have to wonder anymore. I just keep doing what I have always done. I keep taking care of the kids and the house...by myself, like I have always done. The jobs that he did do...he called/paid someone to do. I CAN DO THAT! I think painting the house last weekend helped me come to this understanding too.
Next thought: This morning I went downstairs to find Nathan watching the History channel. (One of his favorite channels) The topic of the show was the history of wheat and bread. The host described all the different kinds of wheat. Where it is grown, and what kinds of products are typically made from the flour ground from the different types of wheat. We learned about Italian pasta, breads, crackers, and pastries. Then all of a sudden, Nathan jumps up off the couch and says, "This makes me want to make some bread. Will you help me." I said I would, and warned him it would take hours and that bread is not an easy thing to make. He assured me he didn't care. He really wanted to make some bread. So we did. He got out my old green cookbook from the 1950's and searched for "yeast bread." We made the first recipe he came to. After kneading the dough for 5 out of the 10 minutes required, he concluded that a baker must be pretty buff because of the muscles used kneading all those loaves of bread in the bakery everyday. As the loaf was rising, he said he likes cooking and his new hobby is making bread. Oh Boy! We started around 10:00 this morning and ate our first slices of Crusty French Bread around 2:00 this afternoon. It was worth the work.