Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Treading water.

"Promise me you will not spend so much time treading water and trying to keep your head above the waves that you forget, truly forget, how much you have always loved to swim."  Tyler Knott

The cartoon depicted frazzled mom.  That's me.  Someone I swore I would never be, I talk about poop.  I mean seriously, like it is actually a topic for conversation.  Today, I wore sweatpants and a sweatshirt all day long,  as a matter of fact I am still wearing them.

But despite the frazzle I know, know that I am lucky.  I have a good life (at least my sweatshirt says so,) I am blessed with healthy beautiful children and a supportive husband.  I am living the good life, the dream.  The never-ending poop, laundry and a new type of crying that has been honed with a great amount of talent to start off with an ear piercing shrill sometimes make me forget how lucky I am.

Today was going to be a better day, today is the day that I will turn the past three weeks of colds, potty training, whining and sleepless nights into a beautiful day.  Today I will swim.  My three year old climbs into bed to wake me up, "cheep, cheep... that's the mommy bird" he say's.  I think yes, today will be the day.   "Mommy, I just peed in your bed."  So I forget about swimming and start on the laundry.

 It's fall anyway, who wants to think about swimming. 


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