I tried to explain that my brain just wanted to zone and stop thinking. I wish I knew how to turn it off. It spins wildly out of control trying to organize and process the many many many many many many many (enough right) things that have to be thought about. The momma Robin is pooped out. With this week bringing yet more conflict over our boys, Dr. visits, medication changes and more calls from the school. Requesting opinions professionals who know them best. Realizing who is trustworthy, and who is not.
In the midst of the craziness of leaving daycare and adjusting
The working mom Robin.
The wife Robin.
Some days, I just get tired from the thinking and the balancing.
Yesterday being December 1, I was also a little disappointed that my reputation for being one of the first in my family and circle of friends to have the tree up and house smelling and looking like Christmas, was ruined. Over I tell you.
Not a stocking hung or a red candle to be found.
Every Friday I join Lisa-Jo over at thegypsymama for Five Minute Friday. She prompts us with a one word topic, and we stop, drop and write. We write bold and beautiful and free. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it's just right or not.
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Happy Friday Y'all!
You're only as old as you tell yourself! Don't let expectations of others get you down... life still goes on despite us not making the "perfectionist of the year" list, as I've discovered over and over again : )ReplyDelete
Here's a song that has always made me smile when I'm in need of a little cheerful encouragement: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmrOB_q3tjo&ob=av2e
Gee, I thought it was just MY brain that will never shut up and let me nap.... ;)ReplyDelete
You got it right, Robin -
Tired: Yes Qutting: Never
If my kids learn nothing else from me, I think they will at least have witnessed perseverance, and that is sometimes more important than the smell of Christmas wafting through the house.