Lately my boys have been throwing some awesome tantrums. I mean kicking, screaming, throwing themselves on the ground, hour long fits. Awesome. When recently another family member had a medical scare, my sister and I had the exact same question....when do we get to yell and scream and throw our fits? I honestly think it must be very therapeutic to not hold it in, to physically get it all out! Luckily I have this space where no one or everyone can read about me throwing a tantrum!!! So until the day I snap and shave my head like Britney, I'll keep blogging. :)
That being said, I can't wait to grow up! I can't wait to deal with normal stuff. I know one day very soon I will regret making the next statement, but I want to be dealing with things like kids sneaking out of the house. Or maybe a fight with my husband about where we want to go spend the holidays. Even a good old teen pregnancy scare sounds fun, right about now!..... Ok maybe not the last one, but you get the drift of what I'm saying. I don't want to be fighting with Dr's about what I feel is the best course of treatment, for my family. I don't want to have to hear my husband say, "I missed you today, the nurses weren't listening to me when I said I don't want to do anymore. I know you would have made them listen." Don't get me wrong, I love being that person for him. I just don't want him to need that person anymore. I don't want to be (as my sister so lovingly put it) a cynical person anymore.
Ok the high note, you know I can't end it in such a downer space, I am committing myself to me. For 30 days I will make time for myself, thank you Jeremy for the idea! It hopefully will include a lot of yoga, walks, a lot of gratitude, and long chats with friends. So wish me luck, and feel free to check in to make sure I am doing exactly what I said I'd be doing. Today it is sitting at Starbucks, blogging, and by the way, it's perfect.