It is early, but not early enough. Every night I go to bed chanting (yes, chanting) that I WILL get up before the girls so I can have me time. Quiet, get bills paid..or read…or sit and STARE at nothing, me time. Never happens. I read a mentor’s of mine’s biography and she said that is what kept her sane. I think I figured out my problem…one of them anyhow.
So my 4th is bouncing in her jumper as my 2nd is running out the door. My 1st and 3rd still sleep. Ahhh sleep…oh how I miss thee.
And me? I am attempting to blog as I chug down coffee (coffee should never be chugged) with my newly doubled blood pressure medication. And my anti inflammatory for my back. Really folks? I am not ready for this. In my mind I am still young. Ok, in the world I am still young. Maybe not 18-20ish young like all those gorgeous folks me and my sea sisters happened to notice at the beach last week (not that we were staring..or looking..or anything), but still young.
Yesterday I felt old. Continue reading