...when you're watching your 4 year old play Knock-Out, or whatever it's called, and you really feel like you're the guy gettin' the crap kicked out of you...
It's been a rough couple of months. Aside from mental/emotional issues going on that I won't bore you with for fear the flood-gates would release the tears, I've been on a physical roller-coaster as well.
Swine flu. UTI. Kidney Infection. Kidney Stone. Broken Hand. And last night Bretts car broke down. (BAH!)
Minus the cast, I thought I was on the UP n UP. But I spent last night tossing and turning, wondering if the pain in my kidneys was a sure sign they were finally giving up and shutting down. I mean, how much more can they possibly take?
I can take my own physical ailments pretty well: I've dealt with them my whole life! But now I have kids and a husband and a house...the pressure is being felt on more than just my kidneys.
At what point is a person allowed to have a mental breakdown? I vote for now! Do I have a second?
Hahahaha, I'm reminded of one of my favorite lines in my favorite movie.
Phillip: I feel like Job!
Catherine: Phillip, really!
Phillip: Okay, then I'm not Job! But really...!
Which leads me to my favorite scripture, "Thou are not yet as Job..." I love D&C!
I have a learned a very valuable lesson, and I pass it on to you as motherly wisdom:
The moment you ask yourself, what more could possibly happen, you get the hiccoughs.
Merry December 3!