Tie a knot and hang on....

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I have officially reached the end of my rope.

I've been a bit MIA over the past week because, frankly, all hell continues to break loose at BadAssMama Central. After Victor's 6-day hospital stay (as if that weren't enough), it's been non-stop chaos on all fronts. Crazy work hours, crazy kids, several rounds of pink eye, sinus infections, ear infections and random traveling hives have worked their way through both of the kids and The BadAssMama. With the exception of 3 weeks of no sleep and pretty much missing the past 2 months of work, The Hubs is probably faring the best out of all of us...and that ain't saying much.

Today, I glimpsed a dim-yet-promising light at the end of the tunnel. We head off for Thanksgiving vacation in the next few days. And while it won't be a drink-in-my-hand-on-a-beach-with-no-kids function, at least I'll be able to skip the morning rush, meal preparation, cleanup, housekeeping and work for a bit. Victor's roving rash has disappeared, my voice is starting to come back, and Little Angel's never-ending sinus thing seems to be clearing up for the moment.

Perhaps it was this slight break in the action that made me realize just how f'ing EXHAUSTED I actually am. I have had no sleep, no exercise and no semblance of a balanced meal in God knows how long. I am an emotional and physical train wreck. My nerves are fried, senses numbed and my patience is literally non-existent.

I don't know whether I want to get on the treadmill or drive to Baskin Robbins.

Parents of small children come to know these nearly-impossible-to-navigate stretches of time all too well. When the hits just keep on coming, sometimes the best you can do is just try to make it through the week. Or day. Or hour. Hell, sometimes it takes more than you think you can muster to get through the next 5 minutes.

But you do it. Because you have to. Because your kids are counting on you. And because, at some point, we have to believe that things will get better, easier, lighter again.

And on those days when you've truly come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on tight...
Pamela D. Hart said...

But you do it. Because you have to. Because your kids are counting on you. And because, at some point, we have to believe that things will get better, easier, lighter again.

So true. I remember THOSE days. My boys are older now (19 & 14) so things are a bit easier and lighter (their problems are a lot bigger though!). I can read a book in peace, go shopping by myself, drink my coffee...oh wait the dogs, they whine unless I feed them first. lol. They're like having little kids!

Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy your time away from the rat-race!

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