Did anybody else wake up to find that Spring whole-heartedly gave way to summer this morning? It was unmistakably humid and hot-heavy today. Here I’ve been wishing and wishing for summer to come, only to find myself cursing her as I stayed on the verge of heat exhaustion all through my run today 🙂
Just wanted to let you all know I am Ok, and thank you for your prayers and calls and emails. I have developed a list of 5 sure things to get you out of depression:
1) Stand in the shower and let the hot water beat the crap out of your face while you cry…hard.
2) Write all those emotions down (if you’re like me, you can do it on the world-wide web), and tell yourself, “I’ve cried as hard as I’ve wanted to, now I’m leaving it all on this page.”
3) Take your children to the park and watch them play. This serves a 2-fold purpose–it gets you in the outside world (out of that dark hole your house has most surely become) AND it makes you smile, which is key.
4) Take a long nap and sleep it off (preferably with your 3-year old who will be willing to cuddle as need be)
AND NUMBER 5) Eat a solid handful of Oreo cookies with a glass of whole milk.
Voila! You’re ready to face the crowds at Chick-Fil-A without even a hint of an embarrassing emotional breakdown (like you had at the gym a few hours before :)).
On second thought, maybe it was just the combination of the prayers y’all prayed, the God we serve…and those Oreos 😉
I’ll leave you with a word from our 3-year old who had “Dress like your Mommy or Daddy” Day at school.
Me: Pace, do you want to be a doctor and wear a white coat and carry a doctor’s kit? Or do you want to be a Mommy and wear an apron?
Pace: I want to be a Mommy when I grow up. Dapples is going to be the doctor (she says matter-of-factly as she pats Mary Aplin on top of the head).
Me: Why do you want to be a Mommy when you grow up?
Pace: I just do (she says as she tilts her head to the side and grins at me–forcing me to have to try really hard not to eat her in one bite).
Me: What do Mommy’s do anyway?
Pace: They make breakfast.
Me: Anything else? (Again I see the thoughts churning, I just know she’s about to spit out a good one)
Pace: Well, they work on computers and tell you “No” too.
And there you have it. My job description. I make breakfast, work on the computer, and say “No” a lot. Anybody want to hire me:)?