I’m blogging as I sit in the car driving home from church on this rainy Saturday. It’s been raining since last night, with no plans of stopping until tomorrow. Apparently it’s because of the hurricane that hit Mexico. Really? I have my doubts, but okay.
Anxiety. My least favorite word. It seems to be worse when it’s raining, or just a day with lack of sunshine. I’ve been told that I suffer with seasonal depression, and to be honest, I’d agree with that statement. I feel down, tired, anxious, and every other negative emotion. Today was bad especially. I wasn’t even out of my bed and I was anxious over nothing, like usual. That’s the worst thing about anxiety. It’s over nothing. Sitting in church, all of a sudden I became light headed and could feel my heart racing like it was in the Indy 500. I quick stood up, walked out of the room and calmed myself down within minutes. A couple years ago it wouldn’t have been that easy. I would have had a full blown panic attack. But let’s see what the rest of the day holds. As of now I feel great. It may be a good day to cuddle up with a good book, hot chocolate, and a fuzzy blanket, until it’s time to hand out candy to all the little monsters.
Happy Halloween 🎃
Source: The Flu Has Hit
The last time I was sick was when I found out I was pushing 5 months pregnant. But the flu? I haven’t had this since grade school. Why me…
Those moments where I need my mom and want to resort back to being a young child but remembering that I am now a mom myself so it’s time to suck it up. (Plus my mom is sick too). The bug is making its way through the house. I called my sister in law this morning so she could take my not so little man to school and then proceeded to text my brother if he could buy Sprite and Ginger Ale to bring over. Twenty minutes later he text me, “Soda is in garage.” That’s all fine and dandy, but I can barely remove myself from the couch. Soda being in the garage won’t help me right now. It’s the thought that counts though right? But let us remember that I have the flu not the plague…
The remote control is my best friend today. Bring on Maury and Law and Order!
Mondays. Does anybody like them?
I find myself struggling Sunday nights to make sure I have every thing set and ready for the following morning as I know it will become hectic as soon as the alarm goes off at 6:30am. You would think that I had a house full of 10 kids, but I tell you, one little 6 year old boy can be just enough. Before bed on Sundays I make sure to have him bathed, clothes laid out for school, back pack placed by the door (with all papers signed from teachers; wasting so many trees if you ask me), cold lunch pack if need be, and occasionally breakfast pre-made to just heat up the following morning.
But then the alarm goes off, and my child becomes a bear, doesn’t want to get dressed, manages to misplace his back pack, that remind you, was placed right by the back door, and refuses to eat breakfast or brush his teeth. I have no idea how I get him to the bus stop by 7:30am like I do! Am I the only one with these problems? I can’t be. There has to be others.
Any suggestions on your daily routine, especially Mondays? Am I missing something here that I could be doing?
Feel free to reach out for any questions, struggles, constructive criticism, or words of advice for me. I’m all ears.
As a single parent, it’s hard to make time for yourself without feeling guilty, but it is a must. If not for your own sanity(LOL), it is good for your child too.
Shari Duddy is a Yoga teacher and educator in New Jersey. Shari has many years of experience teaching Yoga.
American humorist Erma Bombeck once wrote, “When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice safe playpen. When they’re finished, I climb out.” Pretty funny, but does it really have to come to that? Another famous quote, this one from an unknown author, is, “Parenting is perhaps the most stressful job on the planet.” You know why that author is unknown? Because they don’t want anyone to know they said it! Any parent who hears that quote knows the word that makes the statement ridiculous… ‘perhaps’! Parenting, without a doubt, is the most stressful job on the planet… there aint no ‘perhaps’ about it! And you’ll never hear anyone who has kids disagree. But what does all that stress do to…
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This is my first post. Talk about being anxious. I have to admit though, I am trying to multitask as we speak. Here I am clicking away on my laptop keys while having one ear bud in listening to my professor speak on emotional and social development in infancy and toddlerhood. We’ll see how this goes.
I’m not sure what this blog will be about. Just some place to talk. Lord knows I have a lot to say. I’m sure my therapist is tired of listening to me. She’s not paid to listen to me chit chat. 🙂 I hope that along the way I am able to offer assistance to those who find themselves in my same boat. We all need each other.