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HEY MAMA, BUY YOURSELF A WEEKEND

I was kid free and headache free (miracle) for 3 days all whilst drinking champagne at daylight and all the gimlets at dusk. If you know my history with headaches and anxiety and more or less stress, then you know I’ve taken it in a landslide, for years. This weekend, nada. Not one worry, one headache, one tense pair of shoulders. Nothing. If you can see below this image of me, I’m pretty much a pile of happiness laying in the sand. Hey mama, this mother’s day, buy your mama something special. And then buy yourself a weekend with your friends. And then some.

THE SWEET SPOT / WHEN YOUR KIDS ARE LITTLE AND YOUR PARENTS ARE HEALTHY 

I’m not sure if I heard this on the podcast or on the Breńe Brown Netflix special the other night. Either way, download both. Breńe Brown is brilliant. And clearly has a way with words. Like profound. Literally, she researches all the things we’re too busy and quite honestly, too vulnerable to research. Things like vulnerability. And shame. And it’s funny, once you hear her evaluate these terms in the most adolescent conversational form, everything you thought you knew about life, seems less difficult. Less painful. It makes sense. In other words, she makes it easy for you by conjuring up truth and speaking it straight to your face. And then she says things like this: “Enjoy that sweet spot when your kids are little and your parents are healthy.” Sigh. And then you go and cry a puddle of tears on the bathroom floor. At least that’s what I did. 

WHEN THEY SAY YOU'LL MISS THESE DAYS

So, a while back I was out to dinner with a few friends to see a movie. I sat down next to a lovely friend who I don’t see often. She has 4 children. I was talking about how good my wine tasted and how exhausted I was from putting my crazy twin toddlers to bed before our 8 Pm dinner. I said, “they just turn away from me and run in opposite directions when I say get in the bath. Literally they are gone. One’s on sissy’s bunk bed about to fall off, and one is pooping in his underwear in the closet. It’s infuriating!” Little shits I uttered. She crinkled her nose and sweetly said, “y’all, I miss those days. I really really do. Those babies. So darn sweet.” Cue to yesterday’s early school pick up due to flooding in our area, and the twins hustling mama at full speed, a mom says to me, “I know you still have your hands so full, but I promise you, you will miss these days.”