Bring On Lemons

January first me was ready. I had plans. I was going to drink more water, exercise regularly, blog daily, read a book a week all year, never be late for work, never miss an event or opportunity to support the children, say no more, have more fun, worry less, laugh more, floss daily, lose ten pounds a week and reach my health goal by mid-summer, prioritize my family first by putting them ahead of my mother and other older folks needing my care. Well...here I sit on this, the 13th day of January and I'm a complete failure. I'm likely dehydrated, my Y locker actually texted me asking if I was dead since it's been a few days, my blog is getting daily updates but hasn't been revamped as I'd planned, I've agreed to host things cook things and care for things I don't get joy from, it's been a week since I laughed, I didn't floss all weekend, I gained 3 pounds (damn peanut butter balls) and I still wonder daily why my mother expects so much from me and yet h...

It was a day. It certainly was a day. Not necessarily a bad day or a good day or even a mediocre day. However, it was a day and it's over. Kids are in bed, backpacks are ready for tomorrow, and I'm pretty sure my brain is like my computer and there's 898765 browser tabs open. I started a lot of things today and I think I finished approximately one of those. That also may be a stretch. I'm fairly sure things went south before I got out of bed. My youngest daughters were arguing about who was in the way of whom. At that time of day, my parenting is different. I begin each day patient and full of grace. We talked it out and got to church with a few moments to spare (thank goodness the older kids can drive because I needed valet today - thanks Andre!) So - I was late, big deal, right? Well...it's sort of a big deal but I felt I pulled it off somewhat gracefully with the help of my tribe. Things seemed to be turning around...until...I played the communion songs in the wr...