This is how I felt all day. I spent 3 hours in the Emergency room last night waiting to find out if my daughter’s hand was broken or not. As it turns out she sprained 3 fingers but it was an incredibly long night. Because we had to sit in the ER forever in some of the most uncomfortable chairs ever made I’ve been having back pain since last night. I’m getting to a point where I’m learning to work through the pain. I can only be down for so long and watch so much go to pot before I HAVE to intervene for my own sanity.
Anyhow, I just wanted to stay in bed all day today and not do anything but with a household to keep in track that wasn’t possible. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.
Aside from a horrible driving experience my weekend was rather nice. My kiddos and I braved the rain in true Northwest style and tackled the mummy and pyramid corn mazes at Carpinito Bros corn maze and pumpkin patch. Even in the down pour we had a great time carrying on what has now became a yearly tradition. The reward for braving two miles of corn in the pouring rain……miniature pumpkins and fresh roasted corn. Yesterday said miniature pumpkins were gutted and carved. I think my daughter did a pretty good job on them. Here’s to hoping everyone on the East Coast is able to remain safe and dry in the midst of Sandy. For those not affected by the hurricane I hope you have a plesant week.
I would like to take a moment out of my day to publicly say thank you for all that you have done. You have been my major support for 38 years and goodness knows I’ve put you in some interesting positions and done some less than stellar things to you but you’ve been a real trooper and hung in there with me. You’ve been kicked from the inside and outside, poorly supported or not supported at all, you’ve been poked, prodded, had your picture taken quite a few times and had needles put in you. All of this you have done with grace hard to find anywhere else on earth.
I can understand your frustration with me. You’ve never really asked me for much and yet I’ve chosen to ignore you for years unless you put up a major fuss and then I gave you just the minimum of what you needed to make sure that you were better. I guess our current situation is your way of saying enough is enough. I get it. You need a better mattress to sleep on, one that will offer more support, you would like for me to exercise more again to give you more support. It might also help if I would sit up straight and maybe not put so much stress and strain on you. Just one small problem though…… While you are having this temper tantrum I’m not able to do any of these things. Every time I think you’re just about done with this epic fit your having you let me know that you’re just at the beginning of your laundry list of complaints against me.
I want us to remain friends. I do need you, you’re central to my everyday life and well being. Without you I would just be a mess so can we please just get over this and go back to being friends? I promise this time I will be the very best friend that I can possibly be but I need for you to get better. This is a give and take relationship I can only give you as much as you are able to take and vice versa. I miss the good times we’ve had together and I’m looking forward to seeing you in top shape again.
Well I guess that’s about all I have to say for now. I’ll give you some time to think this over….please don’t take to long though. There’s a lot that needs to be done and we’ve got a long road ahead of us. The sooner we kiss and make up the sooner we can be a good fit again.
Im currently standing in the kitchen if my home one frozen hand wrapped tightly around a freshly brewed cup of coffee as I reflect on what has already happened this morning and the hundreds of other things that I will do today as just a small part of my daily life and thought I would share.
Let’s start with bedtime – I went to bed at 1:30 this morning after finishing a paper in Eastern vs. Western cultural differences and fighting with a 3 year old who was quite insistant that I not worry he was only going to watch Thomas on Netflix. My first alarm went off at 6:15, I rolled myself out of bed 2minutes later to wake up my 11 year old so she could do whatever it is she does to get ready for school which this morning consisted of laying in bed until 6:35. At 6:40 I brewed a pot of coffee at 7 the second alarm went off. This is the official wake up the hubby/ time to get out the door for middle and high school kids alarm. Only problem this morning aforementioned middle schooler was still in the shower. 7:05 playing spider solitare on cellphone and getting annoyed made lunch for kindergartener. 7:20 (time 1st bell rings at school) finally walking out the door into an almost frozen state of cold wind. 7:30 drop now moody preteen off at school who is annoyed at me for not writting a tardy excuse but the rule is if its not my fault your late no excuse.
Anyhoo…..head back home (insert 1st cup of coffee and writting of this post) wake up hubby who is attempting to pretend he’s sleeping like the dead. Also wake up 5 year old which means peels of laughter. Make sure he has backpack with lunch in it and coat. Head out the door at 8:30. Gas light is on so put gas in van, go to store with still sleeping 3 year old who makes faces in his sleep in regards to the changing if temperatures. Go back home, open up medical terminology book, take 2 pages worth of notes when 3 year old awakes and asks to watch Thomas. Clean house (back permitting) think about how nice it would be to take a nap but 3 year old is in full play mode. Prepare to go pick kindergartener from school, then pick up now certifiably pissed off middle schooler who complains there’s nothing to eat. Gi back to the store simply because I know I had to have forgotten something for dinner. Go home. Help with homework( not mine – no one ever wants to help with mine) start dinner. Hubby isn’t home yet so set DVR to record his Monday night tv stuff. Make 5 and 3 year old put on PhD. Turn on kindle to try to read chapter for class. Put 5 year old in bed. Hour later tell 11year old to follow suit. Fight with 3 year old for next hour + to go to bed.
Finally get in bed, fall asleep almost instantly then alarm rings again……*sigh* a new day
Hope you enjoy yours 🙂
For some reason people seem to view self love as a truely horrible thing, as if it’s one of the worst things a person could possibly do or aspire to but I day self love can be a good thing.
It’s nice to take time to yourself to do something that you alone enjoy. Taking time to recharge your personal batteries so you can give maximum output….what’s so wrong with that? This is something that I personally don’t do enough of. Between kids, school and trying to maintain the home I tend to let myself fall into the cracks.
I do love myself on the whole but I’m not in love with myself anymore. There was a time in my life when I was so wrapped up in myself I couldnt focus on or think about anyone else. Then I had a baby and all of that changed. I couldnt focus only on myself because I had someone who needed me more. A few more years and a few more kids later I’m finally getting back to me.
I had gotten to a point where I equated being in love with myself with self love but they aren’t the same. Self love is taking time for yourself -taking moments here and there to do the things that make you happiest. Being in love with yourself is not caring one way or another how others feel and always putting yourself first. It’s a thin line between the two so one must tread lightly.
I love myself which for some is a major feat in itself, but I’m no longer wrapped up in myself……I’ve allowed myself to branch out and spread my love around.