Today was one of those days.
You know the kind.
Everything needs to get done and nothing is actually accomplished.
I'm very familiar with these days.
It started beautifully when I woke up. I walked outside to find my husband sitting on the patio with Lola snuggled in his lap watching the sun come up. Yes, he gets up that early...every morning. Trooper.
Anyway, Christian was all content in his chair and then the rush happened. It was the rush to get out the door. We had to go to Lola's ISR swim class. But Christian had to eat, he needed pants, Lola had to get her swim diaper and swim suit on. And this all had to be accomplished in about 15 minutes because I have no concept of how long it takes to do anything. In fact, I often mistake something that a normal person knows takes half an hour and I think it will only take a mere two minutes. Therein lies the problem.
And not only am I rushing and short on time, but it is a simple fact of the universe that if I am rushing and short on time, poo hits the fan. No, seriously, poo hits the fan.
Christian has an explosion in his diaper, he throws up, he's mad that he's thrown up and throwing a Christian fit, and, p.s., we have to be at swim lessons in about 1 minute.
So we were late to ISR but still made it, stumbling into the back yard with a, "Are we late?" Of course we were late, that was a stupid question. And all the other moms, I'm sure wondering - Geez, can she get it together? Whatever.
We finally make it home to a very agitated and crying Christian. Something is bothering him lately and for the life of me, I don't know what it is. Frankly, it becomes exhausting trying to figure it out and I was in no mood today to do so.
There was a food explosion involved, more spills on the couch to add to the beautiful tapestry of stains on what used to be a pretty awesome piece of furniture, a cancelled appointment, and children who needed to be bathed...desperately.
Hard day? It certainly was one of those days. You know the kind. The kind of day where instead of jumping on the treadmill, you'd rather eat a plate of nachos. I know that day. That day was my day.
But then I hit SUBMIT. Why, yes, I will book that trip to Seattle in October. And there was a silver lining. I can't remember the last time I was so excited to hit SUBMIT.
See, there is this really cool retreat in October for moms of children who have nearly drowned. I know these parents through blogs and message boards and last year they held their first retreat. I missed that one because Lola was still small and I imagined that it was out of reach. I'm also not great at getting emotional in front of people and Christian is a subject that turns me to goo behind closed doors. But when I saw how much fun they had and heard about how healing it was for them, I was so sorry I missed it.
This year will be different. I'm going! I'm so excited and a little nauseous at the thought of leaving my family to go somewhere by myself for a few days!
These parents are like me. We share a journey that is like no other and we have children that share similar stories, pasts, and futures. And so what if I turn to goo.
Out of the mess of this day came good things. Now all I remember from today is my husband with Lola on his lap this morning, and hitting the SUBMIT button.
Can't wait for October!
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