Tonight's post is short...
It started out much longer but when I was proofing it I thought- This is crap... I can't publish this- and so I just erased half of it...
I am tightly wound...It helps me keep things in check...it fuels my exercise... it creates razor sharp schedules...it helps me get things done... But the bad thing is- when you are tightly wound it's easier to snap and unravel. I am practicing being flexible- just not tonight when it comes to my writing... It's really hard for me. Rolling with unexpected schedule changes... dealing with too much conflict... I crave routine... which isn't horrible because it really is great for children...but sometimes I must practice being flexible in real ways. Giving my boys routine and schedule is a terrific gift... but teaching Grey and Parker to roll with the punches is an even greater one and a skill that will make them resilient. Life always throws out curve balls...I gotta teach them to bat... I like that... Rolling with change. Loosely wound with room for tether.
Today the Universe was not in my favor. Today the Universe laughed at me while I cried. Today was so hard for no real specific reason. No one died. Today I felt confused and misunderstood and ugly and fat and ate chocolate. (Ladies- you feel me).
Parker was so crabby...
And only felt understood by his Dinosaur...
Today it wasn't sunny in Philadelphia and no one loved Raymond. Today I didn't even have a glass and I was pissed that some people had half full ones. Today I could only think of today, because for one second I thought- how can I do this for the rest of my life?- and that was incredibly too much....
But darn it pictures...I look back at you and you must be lying because now I can't stop smiling...
Belle just wasn't feeling it...
But that's OK because Jack came through...
Happy Easter from every single one of us...
Love,
Chrissy
it's the curse of Thursday. for stay-at-home moms, Mondays are no big deal. we're just coming off the weekend and we're refreshed, and our patience buckets are full. but by Thursday, our backs ache and those buckets are drying up...and IT'S NOT EVEN FRIDAY YET. but, thank goodness, friday always comes. at least that's how i see it.
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