Sometimes you are forced to push the reset button in your life.
Things happen for a reason and I'm still trying to find out what that reason is. I don't want to go into details.
I looked around. Made a list. A long list of all the things I was doing. For the kids and family. I realized I was doing a lot.
Where was I? I don't know.
Gave myself a break. Reorganized. Simplified.
I thought I couldn't get back to what I've been doing, but as soon as I dropped my husband off the airport, got a call from W's school that he was hurt.
My normal began at a very quick pace. I took him to the ER, spent 4 hours, got his wrist in
a make-shift cast, but luckily nothing broken. My little one has a bad cold, but it could be worse.
I thought I needed to rest, but I felt normal as I started moving. I am back to normal. My normal.
As I write this post, I am camping out in the living room with my kids, minus one tired teen, reflecting on my lack of real presence for the last few weeks.
I realized if you don't give yourself time to reset, life will reset it for you.
I decided not to over-think things but just to enjoy life and enjoy my kids and family. I hope you do too.