Reality check

It was if I was fighting for permission to be frustrated this week.  The fact is, Moms need breaks....and the reality is, we get few. 

Not sure exactly how I got on this emotional rollercoaster,  but I sure learned a lot about myself on this ride.  If anything, I now know I can run a mile in my favorite sandals and jeans.  In a duststorm even.  Because happy hours aren't always happy, and sometimes it's best to speak less, and when you finally get found down the road, it's best to just get in the car.

I probably shouldn't have donated my blood last week either.  I have needed naps every single day. And chocolate.  Somehow I opted for the "power red" which was extra "heroic" in that they have more access to my red blood cells, which helps more people, but I think I need my red blood cells more than anyone now.  I almost passed out going up the stairs.

Last weekend I watched 5 games of softball, of which my daughter played 16 minutes in, a soccer game and a basketball game that both ended in losses.  I drove through Phoenix in traffic hour to pick up my very expensive transmission repaired van.  I do laundry every other day, and no one in my house knows how to turn their socks inside right.  I also procrastinate grocery shopping because it makes me anxious, and I always forget to get the milk.

E.V.E.R.Y. morning my Kindergardener begs me to not have to go to school, and when I won't let him stay home I am "the worst Mom in the world", even though I make sure the sand is dumped out of his shoes before I put them on.  I take my boys to school barefoot & braless in my jammies with several random jackets on, and when I get back home, if I even glance at the tornado that hit my girls room it will only lead me to send them an angry text that is the length of 3 messages.

I have several projects that I would love to get around to doing, but no longer have the time to be able to commit to finishing.  I'd also like to workout to the point that I can see results, but I no longer have time or energy for that either, so until then my arms will flap in the wind.

But the biggest reality check for me this week was unfortunately when a friend of mine lost her 15 year old son yesterday.  No amount of stress any Mom could endure from one week could even compare to that kind of loss and heartbreak. 

Good, bad, or ugly, the reality is Life is precious.  Life isn't always beautiful, but it's a beautiful ride.  (great country song). 

Tonight my boys both snuggled with me on the couch while we all watched Shrek.  Last night I had fun spending time with my girls who turn 13 and 16 this week.  And just now my husband just got home safely from work.

Note to self:  Cherish. every. single. minute.


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