Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Can someone please explain to me . . .
. . . how my kids can survive days of playing near rocks and cliffs, and come home with narry a scratch? And then the next day, Brynlee dislocates her elbow playing in her bedroom? Poor girl ended up in Instacare with a case of nursemaid's elbow only a few hours after we got home. After 3 hours and lots of x-rays, the doctor popped it back into place and she's been fine since. But it doesn't stop me from feeling like the worst mom ever.
. . . how on vacation we all got about 10 hours of uninterrupted sleep per night, but then we come home and my kids trade off night wakings. Last night I was up with one of them 5 times in the 6 measly hours I'd given myself to sleep?
. . . how I've backed out of my driveway 1000s of times, but today is the day that I forget about Ben's car and narrowly miss crashing into it? I was pretty shaken up, and admit to uttering profanities under my breath (quietly enough so the girls didn't hear)
. . . how I feel like I'm constantly working/always busy, yet it never seems like I get anything accomplished?
. . . how I run 20-25 miles per week, plus weight-training and now mountain biking. How I eat super healthy and rarely splurge on anything unhealthy, yet I'm 20 pounds overweight and have a jiggly belly?
. . . how my family still loves me when I'm such an obvious mess?