Friday, September 10, 2010
Juggling children and hormones (a toxic combination)
I have days when I dream about the ease it was to just have three kids. Three kids with some issues, yes, but not the magnitude I balance now.
Of course, if I could go back and talk to three-kid-Christine, she would yell at me and say, "SHUT UP! You have NO idea what you're talking about. Now, get out or HELP ME!"
Yeah, three-kid-Christine was still falling off the no-yelling wagon on occasion. It was a process.
I'm also a grown up who can read a calendar. Amazingly, there is this one particular week each month when the things I juggle every other day seem larger, more daunting and downright impossible. Okay, not impossible. But impossible to do and still find my happy.
Do you all celebrate this holiday season, as well? The official "Where The Hell Did My Happy Go" Week? Apparently, it went the same place that my nice, steady progesterone and estrogen levels went. The abyss of womanliness.
It is during this celebratory time of the month when I have to look harder for the happy. This morning, a little elf left a box of Mate Chai tea on my doorstep. I have run two whole miles THREE TIMES. My husband adores me. Thai food is packaged directly in heaven. My children who are regulated make me laugh. Okay, sometimes the not-so-regulated ones make me laugh, but in their own special way. I have some amazing people in my life - they are funny and clever and a treat. I'm sitting in the public library, and my UPS guy spotted our van and brought a package in to me (he normally doesn't make his run out to the park until after dinner). Small towns can be good.
Pardon me, if you will. I need to go start decorating my bike for the "Where The Hell Did My Happy Go" parade. I'm gonna' keep finding it, gosh darn it.