Yoga pants.
They are really comfortable. I have read many an argument on fb about why women should not wear them out in public. I get it, well part of it. I get that they show every nook and cranny on a woman's lower half, or lack there of for some lucky gals. I wear them. I wear them proudly, even with my panty lines showing. I'm sorry if this is offensive. Clearly, I am not the only one though. I see many others in "my club". It's ok. On the scale of life, it's not horrible and I'd rather be ok with accepting myself as I am, than feel like I am not perfect enough or I am too much of something else.
Marriage is.
I left a lot of room after that one on purpose. On a daily basis, I could find so many words could fill in that blank.
Silence really is golden.
I have learned over the years what being an introvert means, and that I am one. I have learned that I get over stimulated sometimes rather quickly. In my younger days, I could sure handle a lot more. I could lead groups, meetings, retreats and have a lot going on around me. Then I had a beautiful and miraculous baby girl. When people tell you, "everything changes after the baby comes", they are freakin right! For me, the hardest change beside lack of sleep has been the physiological changes. Specifically thyroid and hormonal issues for this momma. It has really changed me as a person and what I can handle. For example, I was completely anxious watching a recent movie about some HUGE dinosaurs. I know intellectually that it was computer generated and that dinosaurs aren't real anymore, but this movie stirred me beyond uncomfortable. My poor husband's hand was my grip to reality in a very real way as I didn't let go until the end. I think I have always been an introvert, I just didn't realize it was okay to be. Today I can honor that part of me by seeking silence, seeking alone time that truly fills me up. I am headed to a women's retreat in the near future . . . first time away from hubbs and my kiddo. OMGod in Heaven, thank you for providing it and I'm sorry I took so long to commit!
#roughmommymoment
Yes. I had a grand one today. My brave girl asked the cashier at a local grocery store for a balloon. She was given a beautiful red helium balloon which she so carefully carried to the car. We jetted across the parking lot to another store and left said balloon in the car. Upon returning and getting into the car, the balloon fiercely flew out of the open door. Whaling, stomping and screaming ensued. There was no way to comfort my kiddo, her heart was broken. No problem I thought, we'll just go the the dollar store in the plaza and buy a shiny foil balloon. It was a crown and said "PRINCESS" on it, shiny with pink letters. Happiness was restored and she again carried it so carefully to the car. As I went to take the balloon from her while she climbed up into the car . . . IT POPPED. I have no idea why, except that forces greater than us did not want her to have a balloon today. If you can only image this second heart brake and the sounds and sobbs it brought out. I remember thinking as time stopped for a brief moment - I could go in and buy another one. I could just do it. Somehow, my hard day got very real and I decided not to do it. I'll skip my reasons why and just leave it that we drove home with the popped balloon. Many "good" mothers out there probably would have just gone to get another one to satisfy the poor kid who lost two balloons in less than an hour. I didn't and I am okay with that choice - apparently so is she! Is being a good mom always making sure your kid is happy? (a rhetorical question).
Dinner every day?
I should be finishing tax stuff but I'd rather be getting out what is in my thoughts. Except dinner. That is always in my thoughts. I am tired and uninspired about dinner(s) these days. I'll spare the boring reasons that lead me to this but anyone who has a five year old probably gets part of those reasons.
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