Remember them from high school?
Every school had ‘em (and they still do.)
Maybe you were one.
Or perhaps you were bullied by them.
I’m sure the decision to partake in the former was often an attempt to avoid facing the latter. A tough choice; an outcome of desperation, perhaps, or fear…
Fear that they’d be shunned by their group- left, without friends, to fend for themselves when, in fact, it could have been their chance to create some genuine friendships with other people.
When you feel like you’re about to snap, scream, cry or go insane- stop and do this instead: The Discontented Buddha over at BLUNTmoms
When yoga meets “go fuck yourself”- magical things happen!
It’s no secret that as moms, we spread ourselves in a million and one directions.
There is never a time when everything is done.
Nope. Life as a mother, wife and wannabe writer is an ongoing juggle. One that requires me to capture little moments of bliss amidst the hustle.
These moments can be found in the hugs that my little people give me or the gift of sleep that my husband, at times, presents. Even if 8:00 am is the new noon and I can hear absolutely everything the kids are doing downstairs, I appreciate that space and time in my comfy bed.
But I have to admit it, there really isn’t much that competes with the thrill that comes from being alone, with my laptop as a story unfolds at my fingertips.
That, for me, is bliss.