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Reason To Live Friday #18-

The last few RTLF have been heavy and sad for Childhood Cancer Awareness Month. So I’m going to keep this light. Keep it fresh and jazzy. That’s me, fresh and jazzy.

This will be a list of things I have found to be quite grateful for in the last week.

A car that works. God bless getting in your car each day and the key turns in the ignition and all systems are go. It feels so good. My minivan had a bit of a glitch that put a crimp on my outings with my girlfriend who was in town last weekend. Nothing worse than starting your vehicle and the gear shift won’t budge. Even worse when you are at a restaurant on a Saturday night wondering how in the heck you’re getting out of the parking lot.

This brings me to-

girlfriends that make me laugh so hard, I cry. While we were experiencing this little bit of car trouble, she and I tried reading the owners manual and trouble shooting. Something sounded so ridiculous and we burst in fits of laughter. The kind of laughter where no sound comes out, and tears go down your face. You know the kind. I hope you do. Because that is the best type of high there is.

Healthy kids. It really is THE most important part of life. If your loved ones aren’t healthy, it’s devastating. My kids each came down with the sniffles this last week. Easy stuff. Only Emma missed a day of school. I am so grateful that they are growing, strong kids. The opposite is unthinkable.

Bed warmers. Not the 18th century kind that have coal in them and go under the mattress. No, this is a heated mattress cover. The evenings are so chilly now climbing into a bed that is already warm, is blissful. Forgetting to turn down the heater and falling asleep with the dog, then waking up drenched in a perimenapausal sweat, is something else.

Sweet and helpful kids. I’m not sure I know what they are. Just kidding! Yes, they are shits that don’t clean their rooms and insist I get up every 5 minutes for dumb stuff like juice and cereal. But this week, Owen got up before me and made the morning tea. It melted my heart to see him in the kitchen, trying to do it exactly how I do. It was lukewarm and way too sugared, but gosh darn, did I love that he did it.

Weekend. Well, since I’m a mom Friday isn’t really as exciting as it is to the rest of the working world. Usually there’s more work to be done when the family is home and not at school or work. But I will still enjoy sleeping in a little bit. The kids are older so we all sleep in now. Emma and I are doing a girls movie on Saturday while the boys take in a hockey game. Since this weekend isn’t jam packed with activities and outings, I will embrace it’s coziness. I will eat yummy things and watch old movies. Until my children turn on Spongebob and then I’ve got to run the laundry. Oh well.

Here’s to the weekend, and being grateful.

Namaste.

I promise you, I didn’t eat my children this weekend.

But I was thinking of it. Not because they could be delicious, but because I felt like a honey badger and wanted to tear apart everything that was driving me nuts this weekend.

I was PMSing. (Ew, Ew, Ew) James is going ‘la la la la, I can’t hear you’. I mean, that had to be it. Otherwise, I was just a BITCH.

I had my first migraine in a loooong time. I usually don’t get them now that I go to acupuncture. It’s like magic that I don’t have them anymore. I even had a treatment on Friday. And I still got a migraine. Holy shitballs, it wasn’t fun.

I had a holiday party on Friday night to attend. Totally fun. Love hanging out with my girls. I got to dress up cute, wear Spanx and heels and feel all girly girl. So it was good. Then Saturday morning woke up feeling not so great.

Things I observe when my left eye has what feels like a knife stuck in it (that’s how a migraine feels, for those that don’t know):

  • The spy gear that my son has that sets off an alarm whenever someone enters his room sounds like an air raid. Horrible. Awful toy. This will be going in the donation box by accident for sure.
  • Everything my poor husband did drove me to drink. We bicker in the car. But when I feel like I did- we don’t just bicker, I rip his eyes out. Okay, I just tell him every turn he’s made is wrong. But in his book, I might as well rip out his eyeballs. Or stick pokers in his ears, then he wouldn’t have to hear me.
  • The cat litter is out to get me.
  • The laundry procreates like rabbits in spring.
  • My pants don’t fit. Even with Spanx.
  • Words with Friends starts to feel like it’s out to get me.
  • 30 kids at a birthday party with a pinata is like watching one of the Kardashians get a bikini wax. It’s loud, irritating and not a pretty sight.

But it’s Sunday night and I’m coming out of my tunnel.

Other than the lady on TV during the football game saying the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders are world class performers, I’m all good. Nothing can bother me. (Knock on wood.) The kinks are worked out. My head is back to normal. The children are alive and well (I didn’t eat them, or even merely nibble on them). The husband hasn’t taken away my lipstick allowance, so that must mean he still loves me.

I’m ready for Monday.

God help me.