Pressing On

My brain is literally still vibrating and my right eye has retained that little twitch that developed yesterday. In all seriousness, yesterday was the WORST DAY EVER. Period. Screaming, crying, spitting, hitting, "NO!", "I don't love you anymore!", and complaining (in that higher pitch whiney sound). I was invisible to all around me except when all the above was happening- I was then the target for that mess. When I spoke, no one heard. When I yelled, they still didn't hear. When I put myself in my room for a 3 minute time-out, it went completely unnoticed. (which was fine at the time)

Most days as a stay at home mom are tolerable. My good to great moments overshadow the not so good moments and there is a little balance... but yesterday... I can honestly say nothing good happened. I thought at one point I would pack a small bag and seek refuge somewhere kid-less. And to top the mother of all bad days, my husband didn't get home until we were on the last leg of the race. Not his fault, but I was smokin' hot mad when he walked through that front door all chipper and patient beyond words. I really wanted to say... no, YELL some super unkind things, but I mostly kept it all to myself (except when I had to murmur under my breath).

Finally, when it was all quiet and everyone was in bed (around 7:30pm), I did the math in my, at that point, hard to process things brain. 13 hours of this. 13 hours of being tortured within an inch of my life. 13 hours of a sweating brow and racing heart beat. 13 hours of unappreciated sacrifice and labor. I was exhausted. So I slept. Until exactly 7:58 when I was woken by screams from Hunter's room. He needed his airplane, apparently. Kid was still asleep, but still whining. I mustered up the last bit of humanity I could find and hugged and kissed him and told him to get some sleep.

From there I made my way downstairs and watched a movie. Not just any movie- I watched The Last Song. OMG! Maybe I'm just overly emotional at this point, but I think I cried through about a third of the movie. I could have gone without that, but I think I just probably needed a good cry- I was due, I guess.

So, a few prayers later and the sure knowledge that I was heard, I know now that I can do it! I will make it through today and tomorrow and the next day and I will do my best to raise my boys in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. I've felt invisible for a long time- just another presense in my home to keep the kids from a sure concussion. But I was heard last night. I am an invaluable asset to this family. I can do it! The Lord will not fail me- He will always hear me. I hope that the 2 people that follow or read this will see this as well. Vacations are always nice, but a simple prayer can work wonders for the soul.

Zommmmbie!

Thank you Scooby-Doo. :) My 2 year old came in the kitchen one day with his arms stretched out rocking side to side while he slowly walked... occasionally rolling his eyes around repeating (or should I say chanting) "Zommmmmbie, Zommmmmbie." My sister was a witness to this and I vowed I would get this act on video. I did, but not as dramatic, but nonetheless funny. Enjoy! I still laugh every time I watch this!

LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIPS

I've been so busy these last weeks, I literally forgot to blog. So here are the things I've submerged myself in- Warning: majorly heavy stuff by the way.

I'll first start with these sinful delights. I discovered these not long ago and in a matter of 4 days I alone consumed 3 boxes on my own. I've discovered that there is no such thing as mild PMS. Oxymoron much??

I will now move onto the matter of the Mockingjay. sniffle, sniffle. I loved the book, but it seriously brought on a major case of anti-social behavior. I had to go get another book to read to pull. myself. together. (as I slap my cheeks)The residual trauma still remains, but as the days pass, I'm beginning to work myself back into society. You can click my Goodreads widget on the right to see what else I've been up to book wise.

Veronica Mars. Thanks to the power marriage of that magical box otherwise known as the Wii and a Netflix subscription the possibilites are endless. I discovered this show while perusing the many titles Netflix offers. I've blown through the first 2 seasons and I'm halfway through the 3rd and final (thank heavens)season.

I've also taken up yoga, pilates, and a something called body flow, which is a mix of tai chi, yoga, and pilates. I laugh when I say I go to find my zen, but there is some truth to that statement. I'm dripping wet with sweat, but feel oddly relaxed when I leave. The only thing I hate about these classes is I stress to find the time to go because of the instant love I fell into when I began these workouts. I purposely chose this pose to brag. I can totally do this now...just kidding. I will probably never be able to do that. But on a side note: I have moved up to regular girl flexibility now. When I began the classes, I had the flexibity of a man. :)