The other day I told you how I took Number 3 to his Zones practice. There were about 40 kids and just as many parents there. Some of the kids who were there have been to this meet already, so it’s not all that scary or intimidating. But for other kids, it’s their first time. It’s also not
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People often tell me how “brave” I am for putting stuff out there. I don’t really see it as brave. I guess it started out as trying to let moms know they aren’t alone in their struggles with motherhood or depression or marriage or weight loss or whatever. The more I shared, the more I wanted
He’s gonna be just fine.
If you read Tuesday’s post, you know that Number 3 qualified for Zones, which is a swim meet for the top nine to fourteen-year-old swimmers on the East Coast. It’s a pretty big honor and opportunity to be able to go. Before the meet (which is Easter weekend), all swimmers are required to attend one of
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Number 3 has always had issues with anxiety. If you have a kid who struggles with any kind of OCD or anxiety, then you can relate. It can be very, very frustrating. Sometimes you feel really bad for your kid who has these thoughts and fears running on a constant loop in their brain, and
Ch-ch-chaaaanges
There is one thing getting me through this foreclosure bullshit. Exercise. If it weren’t for exercise, I would either be in the fetal position in the corner 24 hours a day or I would be drunk 24 hours a day. Actually that’s not true. I wouldn’t be either one of those things. I’d be both
How about we start with Easter?
The older I get, the more I’m believing in fate and that things happen for a reason. Who knows. Maybe there’s no such thing as fate. Maybe things don’t happen for a reason. Maybe I’m just looking for some explanation as to why we have gone through the things we have gone through. Whether