I'm taking a minute for me...

For the past few weeks I've been living life in the fast lane. Meaning, baseball games, long hours at work, and not enough sleep. I've been sick twice which means my body is not handling it all very well. But I just keep moving right along because this, my friends, is real life.

And just so you get a flavor... This morning I was determined to pick strawberries. It was the last weekend at Lakeview Farms in St. Peters and I knew if I didn't get there by 7:30am I wouldn't get to pick. Well, my exhausted body didn't make it there until 8:30am but I made it and right now I am one happy strawberry saturated human. Hooray! But there is a price I had to pay for that.

In order for my son to play baseball today at 11:45am, I had to get a picture ID with his birth certificate on one side of town and somehow get him to the game at the opposite end. We arrived right at 11:45am and I'm still shocked I didn't get a speeding ticket...only to realize, "Mom! I forgot my glove!" Today if you saw a silver Mazda Tribute screeching across Florissant while the driver yelled "¡Andale! ¡Andale! ¡Arriba! ¡Arriba" out the window, that would have been me. But I successfully recovered the glove and my child played so all in all it was a great day(until I realized I left the birth Certificate back on the other side of town).

We ended up at the swimming pool where I got to babysit some other people's kids so they wouldn't drown because the parents must have been raptured(at least until the life guards go involved). And I arrived home at 5:00pm--keep in mind I left at 7:45am) to heat up leftovers only to listen to my husband(who ran not a single errand today) complain about having to heat up some food. I did not smack him(but I wanted to).

So right now I am sitting down at my computer and no, I am not getting up to scoop ice cream, wipe butts, find a Spider Man costume, or stop Kid-mageddon(like Armageddon only with children as the warring parties). And I've only been here about 10 minutes.

Yesterday I read that love is not a greeting card sentiment. It's not a mushy love song or feeling that fades when things get sticky. True love means sacrifice. Well, today I loved the heck out of my boys. They have sucked all the love out of me for the moment. So right now I'm recharging my batteries. And tomorrow--well, it's Father's Day so I bet there won't be much sitting then either. And I'm okay with that.

Oh--and just so I can vent out all my regrets...I almost regret that I don't eat fast food anymore because it certainly would be so convenient...much more convenient than making every single meal from scratch. It is a testament to my lifestyle change that I refuse to put that junk into my body. but I'll admit I said I was going to grab fast food at least 4 nights this week because we were just THAT harried, but we managed to make it by without a single meal out. And that, my friends, is dedication! And I am proud as a fluffy peacock that I am still at my lowest weight. Hoorah!