Sunday, July 11, 2010
I'm suppose to be at the beach right now, but because of a huge, long, and rather awkward series of events, I just drove around with a luggage packed car, two excited kids, and a monster headache and never saw the shoreline. That officially makes this the worst weekend ever.
I fell asleep last night trying to think of a way I could go back to school. I miss it. I miss learning; I miss the feeling of accomplishment, and I hate that nagging feeling of something not being completed.
I woke up to the most beautiful face I've ever seen. My sweet little princess, snuggled up to me, mouth wide open, and snoring like her daddy... reminding me I'm exactly where I'm suppose to be and doing the most important job in the world. School will come, but until then I will live and love this moment.
My parents blocked my number from my sister's phone. I know. Ridiculous, right? Apparently I'm a bad influence so I'm not allowed to talk to them. Same thing happened when Mikey was a teenager and we're best of buds now, so I'm not worried about our friendship. My sissys know I love them. I just hate that I can't experience life with them. That I'm stuck stealing moments with them in the hallways at church. I hate that they can't come to me when school is hard or boys are complicated. I hate that I can't help influence them for good when they experience peer pressure and teenage drama, but my love remains the same for them.... even at a distance.
I go to the gym at least every other day, but I'M NOT LOSING ANY WEIGHT!!! I am SO frustrated. I just have those last seven pounds of extra chin and belly flab that I neeeeeed to get rid of, and it just won't budge. How much time has to pass before I sound foolish calling it 'baby weight'... 18 months is still reasonable right?
Sean and I took the kids to the doctor this week for their well check ups. Our pediatrician is kind of quirky, but we've really formed a trusting relationship with him. We've even seen him out at lunch when he walked over to our table and asked us how our kids were, by name! Wow.. I'm easily side-tracked. Anyway... on the way home, Sean said, "It's sure nice to have healthy kids." I stopped mid-thought and soaked in his beautiful gratitude. I had been so wrapped up in how much they weigh, what percentile they are in, if they'd met their milestones, worried about asthma and migraines, what shots are next, etc. that I hadn't taken the time to be thankful that I had paraded two healthy, intelligent, happy kids into a doctors office filled with sick children. I am so blessed.
I had a bit of a health scare a while ago. I'm not comfortable sharing all of the terrifying details, but I do feel a burden to encourage all of my lady friends to know themselves, know their bodies, and to not be afraid to go for help when you recognize a change in yourself. Here's a link on how to preform a self breast exam. Don't be bashful ladies... check it out and make sure you're doing it right :)