This little number saved me all week long! Cuz I wasn't sitting around my house un-showered, enjoying my filth and a good book (in fact, had to re-new two un-started library books this week) Nope I was out and about and thank goodness for this hat, throw it on and I was ready to go!
To be fair, my bathrooms (and bedroom!) all of which have been a lovely shade of peach since we moved in (almost a year ago!) were being painted, so we were in a bit of chaos.
This hat saw me through my minni-mental break-down yesterday, pulled over my make-up-less face and my puffy-from-crying eyes.
Between the paint fumes, the lingering monster decorations, mixing with left-over Halloween candy (which I'm pretty sure I only act Rees's pieces cup yesterday, which may or may not have contributed to my melt-down), I didn't feel like I "had things together...ie I was lossing it.
And some days that's okay.
Somedays I wake up and think, this days gonna be messy and lazy and oh well.
But the problem with yesterday was I was really trying!
I was trying to delegate.
I was trying to sacrifice.
I was trying to be organized and helpful, and kind and patient.
And I was --from my 5 hours of sleep, living on chocolate brain's perception--
failing at everything.
I cried to my sister. (I call her lots on bad days, it's good for our relationship:)
My friend quoted gospel encouragement (when I shoudl have been giving her support!)
My other friend let me invade her house and use her silhouette (when we arrived, her baby was sleeping, her other two kids were quietly playing together, she was enjoying her book on the couch, while dinner simmered in the over....in about five minutes, my boys had woken her baby, started world war III over lego, riffled threw her fridge...I'm sure she was really glad we showed up)
Whatchya gonna do?!?
But at the end of the day, well more like this morning,
things were fine.
I better nights sleep.
A better scripture study.
A better breakfast.
Today was a better day.
Even when McKye turned my van lights on and killed the battery half hour before parent/teacher interviews (or whatever they call em now)...the friend who invaded her house, instead of watching my kids at her house( and enduring more fights over lego) grab all her kids and brought them here instead, and let me take her van to the school...man she's a good friend!
Yesterday that woulda broke me! But today it was just something to deal with.
Today I didn't need the hat.
But they'll be more shower-less hat-days to come!
And I'll just be grateful I have a cute hat to hide my greasy hair, and a crazy life, that deep down I really wouldn't change at all.
|The baby we "showered" and beautiful Brooke the hostess with the awesome house! and her cute little girl.|
|The gorgeous blonde in red is the mommy. It was so sweet to hear her describe her shock at how much she can't get done cuz sleeping and feeding is life now. |
Hang in there honey, and buy yourself a cute hat!