I got it 9 times today. In one store. Yes, I counted. And without judging, complaining about why that comment irks me so much (may or may not have something to do with the look of constipation that goes with it rather than a smile) or analyzing the various possible intentions, I’m just going to submit to the obvious. And celebrate. Not only, yeah. But hell yeah, I do! And I wouldn’t have it any other way! 🙂
Something is going on inside of me. Lots of changes. Lots of growing pains. And I have a sneaking suspicion I know who is to blame (Thank you Father Gaitley for your 33 day retreat to Marian consecration. It is rocking my world!) Anyway, I have never been so in love with my family. With these guys…Yes, the dirty. snotty, snarly, stinky, loud maniacs that cause me to mumble to myself all day like a crazy person or ask myself “Are you kidding me?” more times than I’d like to admit. The ones who puke on me and thrust and contort their little body’s when they don’t want to be held or get their hands washed….Mmmmm Hmmmm, You better believe I’m talking to you. Don’t be trying to look all innocent, Miss thang…
The ones who tell me “Cmon mom, it’s no biggie, accidents happen” when I’m on my hands and knees wiping a mess for the 5th time, or who kill my pride when they ask if I’m on Instagram before praying in the morning.
I pray it’s not a passing emotional state but something is shifting. Don’t get me wrong. I still need my time alone. Or with my girlfriends (Thank you Puja and Nicci for a fabulous evening of all things female!) Or that guy I share a room with. I think his name is Dean? But, I am finding more and more purpose and profound peace in what I do. I can’t fully articulate it at this time. It’s kind of strange, really.
And my hands will certainly be full. Full of trail mix, jelly beans, coffee and all kinds of good stuff to numb the pain 😉