Beware the Ides of March.

Some days I feel like life has stabbed me in the back.

I consider myself a decent person. I’m kind. I care. I’m a good friend and I’m trying my hardest to instill a sense of morality in our three kids (two of my own and one step.)

And yet there are days when it’s like karma is getting back at me for being horrible! I just want to look up to the heavens and scream….WHY?! WTF. (You know you have them too.)

These are the days when…

Every little thing gets under my skin. I tell my husband not to yell at the children over crumbs (even though he literally just vacuumed the previous crumbs) and thirty minutes later I’m screaming at my daughter for blankets and pillows on the floor again and why did she pull out the very blankets that I keep telling her NOT TO PLAY WITH!!!!

Days like this… when Lego is the bane of my existence, when I want to throw things, breakable things (I don’t, although my mom used to, so I guess I’m one step ahead of my genes), when it’s really best not to speak to me (if you are related to me), when I’m just at my wits end – if I hear “maaaammmmmaaaaaaa!” one more time…. I just want to shut off from the world and reboot. With three kids, that’s near impossible.

As is the norm, these are also the days, that at the end of it all, my reprieve, my restart button, my peace, is the last hug(s) of the day. The ones from my kids. (My hubby is great for soothing hugs too but my toddler sleeps between us sooooo… I don’t get those as much 😉 .) The gentleness of their sleepy snuggles, makes the day’s silly frustrations ebb away. And in those moments I get to realize all over again, just how blessed and fortunate I am.

And then I know, life had my back all the time. 😉
Wishing you all the same joy and blessings and more.
Adrienne

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