It's been years since I have written on my blog. I was scanning through my blog today at work when I could have been writing my notes... Notes can be boring.. and by the end of the day I feel like I have ADD and really struggle to write them. I'll get to them in a minute. But first I thought I would take a minute and update my blog, The Threewells.
The Threewells was a play on words when I created this blog. I was young, just married.. I think it was called something else before I had my baby but I don't remember what. When I had my son I changed the name to the Threewells because it was just us three Ewells. Get it. Sometimes I'm so clever!
Well now that "three" is back down to two. But I'm not going to change the name of my blog just yet. And I'm keeping the "Ewell" part/last name as well. It's my married last name but it's part of me now. I'm attached to it. It's my son's last name too and so it stays. I can't very well call this blog the Two-wells or the Two Ewells. I may have to think if I want to change the name, or if I even CAN change the name since it's literally the name of the blog site. Hmm?
A LOT has happened in the decade plus since I last blogged. I think my son was just barely walking when blogging suddenly went out of fashion. Being a young mom, working full-time, trying to make ends meet, along with having PTSD from almost dying after my son was born, my marriage falling apart, etc. I just got out of the habit of blogging. It stopped being fun. And I don't think anyone was reading it anyways so I just stopped writing it.
Looking back, I am AMAZED at how much I had written! I thought I had about five posts, but I scrolled for an hour before coming to my first post. I couldn't believe it. My life has changed so much. I'm now middle-aged. My 30-year high school reunion is this weekend (tomorrow and Saturday). I'm divorced. My son is now 16 and is AMAZING! He's getting his drivers license this week.
Some things are still the same. I'm still a social worker, LCSW. While that has stayed the same many things have changed. I no longer work with adults in recovery. I work with children. Children who are sometimes the children of parents who are in recovery. I remember when I was young and trying to decide what I wanted to be when I grew up my mom, who was a kindergarten teacher suggested I go into teaching. I kid you not, I told my mom "I would never want to be a teacher. I don't want to babysit other people's kids all day." And now here I am working with kids and loving it. My mom likes to tease me that not only am a "babysitting other people's kids all day" but I am working with the most difficult kids. The ones she would have referred to me who struggled with behavior issues at her school.
I work at a day treatment for kids and teens. A nonprofit program for children. Many have experienced trauma. Some are in the foster care system. Some have behavior issues. We address all of these issues at our program and teach them coping skills. It is challenging but I love it.
I've never been one to choose the easy path. I've had four toes broken my first month working with kids. A kid was mad and flipped his desk. The edge of the desk landed on my left foot, severing the bones in my toes but not the toes themselves. The kid who flipped his desk and broke my toes was suspended the next day. I drove myself to the urgent care and came into work the next day with a boot on my left foot. That was 10 years ago. This is the longest I have ever worked at a job and I don't see myself leaving anytime soon.
I'll try to get better at blogging but I'm not going to make any promises. I would love to get back in the habit of writing. I'm kind of impressed by my writing skills a decade ago. I was a pretty decent writer if I do say so myself, which I do.
If you've read this far I'm impressed. Good job! Maybe check back in once in a while and I may surprise you with another update.




