Sunday, January 24, 2021

It's Okay To Be Human


I took this photo of Coco this morning. When I did, I muttered, "I'm feelin' you, buddy." Then, I walked over to the chair, wrapped my arms around him, and planted a kiss right by his nose. He made his cute little growly noise that translates to, "I love you, Mommy."

I needed that.

It's been a rough weekend for me.

No particular reason. 

It's just a deluge of stuff that has caught up with me.

Lack of sleep.

A temporary schedule change.

An overwhelming amount of projects in the Bodacious DIY Dog Mom Workshop that I want to get done, but I don't know where to start.

Realizing that the color we chose for the trim in our bathroom is completely wrong and neither one of us likes it.

We painted half of the trim before we both looked at each other and said, "This isn't going to work."

The constant negative bullshit on social media streams. 

Dry skin because I forget to moisturize.

I don't necessarily forget. I just get sidetracked a lot because between Point A (where I'm at) and Point Be (where the lotion is), Willa wants to play fetch or one of the kids needs their blanket fixed, etc.


It was just one of those weekends.

I haven't had one of those weekends since about a year ago when we were in the process of buying the house we live in.

Between packing and planning and having to schedule the home inspection and appraisal, the stress, and everything between...

I had one of those weekends

I needed to exhale. 

Have a good cry.

Enjoy excessive snuggle time with our kids.

Indulge in our favorite takeout.

Enjoy ugly time with Lisa.

That consists of venting about everything and everyone who is currently pissing us off or adding to our stress.

Consume a little too much chocolate.

And wine.

But, above all, to just be human and surrender to the mere fact that it's okay not to be okay.

It's okay to stay in your pajamas all day.

It's okay to lay in bed in the middle of the afternoon and give your kids lots of snuggles while you doze off.

It's okay to order takeout because you don't feel like cooking.

It's okay to have those deep and ugly rants with the person you share your home with that no one else will ever know about.

It's okay to crack open a bottle of wine before 5 p.m. 

It's okay to be human.

And, I did just that.

The sky didn't crumble.

The world didn't end. 

In fact, a lot of great stuff surfaced.

A lot of conversations happened within the confines of our walls and beyond.

At the end of the day, I picked myself back up and dusted myself off.

Face forward.

Onward march.

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