I really like that name. Especially when Relient K sings it so sweetly.
My mom and my sister left me for Florida, 10 days ago. I never could have imagined what was in store for me physically ... mentally. Sitting at the computer a mere hours before their arrival, I am content .. and extremely proud of myself.
Although I'm sure you can picture what a nightmare it must be to herd 5 dogs for 10 days, I guarantee you it's worse than that. It was. I almost didn't make it ...
Last Monday I came home (at lunch time WITH 3 very curious, very exploratory children) to Mama miraculously out of her kennel, chewing Abi's PINK dog. The garbage was ransacked and my candy stash was no longer.. stashed. I scolded her and thought to myself 'Please, God, don't let this set the tone for the entire week'. I came home Monday evening to Mama out of her kennel again and this time discovered my brand new, very adorable, summer-celebratory, wedges munched on and a pair of strappy black and gold, some-what sentimental, pumps demolished. I cried.
With that in mind, I'm sure you can envision what the following 9 days were like. Although, I have to admit, other than this most recent Monday, no day was as bad as that day. That was the only day I shed any tears, at least. Which is pretty impressive considering I wanted to cry 91 times more.
I coped. :D
Yea, I know .. but that's huge for me. Under such pressure in the past, I would have caved. Gave up. Threw in the towel. Someone I used to care for once said, "What do you do when it gets hard? You quit. Stop being a quitter in life." I never knew words could sting like that, but he was wrong. He is wrong. I had been quitting because I was so lost - but I am not a quitter in life. I have fought for everything I have ten times over. Not one single thing has ever been handed to me on a silver platter .. I think I was 9 when I began earning everything I ever wanted, including love.
So, I got lost along the way. I'm human. Even though I am currently trying to fill the role of Super Women, I know I will fall short of filling her, I'm sure stunning, UN-CHEWED, shoes. I think I'm allowed one major fuck up. Excuse my french.
The point is, I'm back. I fought through every single urge to give up and "quit". Every. Fucking. One. I had 5 dogs, 3 kids and one adorable boy-toy all depending on me for more than a few days. I had to put everything I wanted to accomplish in the next two weeks to the side and fill my every minute with thoughts, actions and opportunities for others. It was rough.
but I got through it and I've had more than one eye-opening experience to accompany the lessons. I'm stronger than I had previously realized and with this new-found power, I'm taking off.
Watch out Super Woman, I'm coming for those shoes!
