Yesterday, I gave myself permission for something that I do not do often. I allowed myself a day off from blogging.
For a few years now, I have made it a goal to post every single day. And up until now I have been successful. But I had a realization yesterday. Our lives are changing and our girls are growing and everyday is filled with new challenges. Busy has taken on new meaning. And while normally I can take time out to write here in this space, yesterday I knew it would cost me my sanity, and I skipped it.
Falafel has had some minor health challenges lately, one being dehydration (STILL). She is now required to intake 96 oz of liquid a day, and if you saw our girl that is only 46 inches tall, you would be wondering, like we are, how on earth that is possible?? Nevertheless, we have made a chart and she is a few days into it and is doing it. She is so responsive to this method of tracking what she drinks! She checks off 12 glasses during the day, and when she is done she can put a special sticker on that row. It works like a charm. I am hoping she can finally get the hydration her body so desperately needs.
I also have been having issues. One in particular, actually. I have been carrying around this extreme pain in my shoulder for about a month now, and decided that this was the week to address it. I had a few dislocated ribs that were contributing to it, and they have been properly returned to their respective positions. OUCH.
To further add to the mayhem, we had parent night yesterday. I was upset because both parent nights for both kids were on the same night….
Or so I thought.
After picking children up, making food, and taking Falafel to the doctor, I ran home and Jim and I got all ready and rushed out the door to make The Bee’s High school Parent night. I printed out the schedule, had my questions ready, and even put on some lipstick. I was ready to go to High school.
We find parking and walk all the way to the building it was going to be held at.
THERE’S NO ONE THERE.
We walk around for a few minutes thinking we got the place wrong, and then I called The Bee so she could check the website for me. She informed us that it is indeed NEXT WEEK, and politely asked if she could laugh at me now. My husband turned to me and said “Let’s never speak of this again”.
Sheesh. We quickly walk to the car and get back in time to make the OTHER parent night at Falafel’s school.
I have so many balls in the air right now that there are some that are bound to drop every once in a while. So I gave myself that little leniency to take some time to regroup yesterday.
I am glad to be back, although I cannot promise that I will be consistent, because after all, I am human. And I am finally at a place where I can admit that.
What is going on in your world?