So, last night my post did turn into a whiny post. I ended on a relatively positive note…but I did get out some whining. It felt good to get it off my chest and I love hearing other moms say, they feel the same sometimes. Not that I want any mom to feel like she can’t take care of herself, but I’m glad to hear it’s not just me.
My only regret about that post last night is that I apologized. I never want to be that annoying person who only focuses on what’s bad in their life, but I also know everyone deserves a release everyone once in a while. Holding it in is harmful. The key for me is stomping my feet and pouting on occasion so I can get it out and move forward.
The truth is, I do get time out. Last Friday, I texted a few friends at 6PM asking if anyone was up for an impromptu night out after the kids were in bed. I had, not one, but two takers! We had drinks and dessert (I’m noticing a dessert theme with me) and it was a wonderful time. The next morning, Kyle got up with the boys and I slept until 9:00.
When I can’t get out because Kyle is out-of-town, all I have to do is send a note to friends and someone always makes time to come visit.
In the not too distant future, you’ll see pictures of Kellen and I at the airport as we head off for a trip to Grandma Sue’s.
Next month, I am going to spend two Friday afternoons learning to quilt from a NICU friend.
Get this, I’m also going to a concert next month with 7 friends from high school. I haven’t seen any of these women since 1995.
There is also social media. ANRC doesn’t reach a large audience (it’s pretty small peanuts in the blogger world), but I truly believe it has as interactive of group of readers of many, much bigger blogs. I love this community and all of you have been an important part of my healing and day-to-day sanity.
I’m not going to pretend that life can’t be overwhelming sometimes but the truth is, I have a wonderful support system and I hope everyone knows how much I appreciate it.
And that, is the other side of the coin.© Copyright Tatum, All rights Reserved. Written For: Ain't No Roller Coaster