Lost Week From Here

It's been over a week since I've made an entry. I wish I could say that it has been because I've been caught in the whirl winds of life, that I've been spinning in the wake of all that being a mom/wife/friend requires, with little time to think about all the extra... let alone pay any attention to it. Though there are many times I find myself disheveled and left unbalanced when those winds start to blow, this time around, that is not the case at all, the days have been just as full as any, but I've been acutely aware of my lack of posting, as a matter of fact I've been spending a majority of my energy not only avoiding it, but convincing myself that avoidance is not only something to feel OK about, but somewhat necessary.



I refuse to write in a negative way… that's not to say that I wont grumble about my bad days, complain about the kids forgetting I have any authority, or vomiting my distaste for the events that make me feel that I am failing, in every sense of the word, as a mother/wife/friend.

I'm strong in believing that those who bring negativity in your life often have the best lessons to learn from… that doesn't mean the lessons are ones that are easily weathered, casually managed, or temper suppressing. With that said, here isn't where I want to be used as a platform for me to call people out, voicing my displeasure for those who make things more challenging for me than not... Here is where I want to write down the words of our everyday, noting the lessons that are learned within them… finding refuge in the here, by putting a sense of perspective to the whole hind sight situations.



So when I found myself in the focal points of those whose intentions are unsavory, my gut screamed for me to stay away from anything that involved any public publishing of any raw emotions. Most certainly in a place like here, where I find reflection therapeutic in this non-adulteration arena…



And my gut being the one thing I've learned to trust the most, urged me to burying myself in to the people that can easily counter the negative ones and that is what I did, unfortunately more detached from certain areas, more secure in others, and pleasantly surprised by some.



With a weeks absence, there comes a week of photo back up and with a weekend spent at a mini-vaca with Nate's side of the family, my intentions are to be back tomorrow with a weekend round-up.



Until, then…



Happy Tuesday, even though it feels like a Monday!

Monday's Rally

I started today off with a wicked weekend hangover. It was one of those mornings that the Monday sluggishness was in full force and all I wanted to do was bury myself deep in the couch cushions and eat my weight in savory potato hash, butter fried egg, and heavily jammed toast, while allow the kids to snuggle just as deep and watch endless amounts of Mickey Mouse Club House, while grazing on S'more Pop-tarts with a side of Captain crunch, no milk.



Today started at a code level orange for being in jeopardy of becoming wasted… and not that lazing around because you can, while enjoying down time with family, wasting, kind of way… it was in a very lack luster, going through the motions, skate through the day with little effort, where we eat crackers for lunch, wasted, kind of way… Not the wasting of a day that we experienced this weekend, but the kind of wasted day I always feel so guilty ending because it was just thrown out the window before even having been given a chance to present it's offerings.

Fortunately in a situation like this, I've got two things working in my favor…. I try to avoid the feeling of guilt as much as I try to avoid eating raw coconut and I motivate quickly…



I'll admit it's hard to rebound after the weekend we had thought… we had minimal obligations and I found myself mental checking all weekend long…

Note to self: every Friday night should have a scrabble game played



Note to self: every Saturday morning should have such ease




Note to self: Sunday afternoon's are the most perfect for movie watching and Mac & cheese eating



Note to self: experience a rush of unexpected giddy energy, from an unlikely source, is something that should be exercised every weekend… i.e. finding my first patch of collected gray hairs…rather than the random pluck-able single strays



Note to self: lasagna tastes better when the only rush in making it, baking it, and eating it, is driven by the homey warmth only a lasagna can bring



Note to self: every new week should be celebrated with glow sticks in the bath tub


{Thank you Pinterest}

Though tonight is guilt free of not having thrown away a day, due to the Monday drag… unfortunately that void has been filled with the gut busting guilt of having consumed a whole bag large portion of Sweet Potato tortilla chips while writing this post… meh…I suppose, you can't win them all...

Happy Monday!