aye, aye, aye (or: stop the ride, i'm gonna throw up!)

My schedule is INSANE right now. I have just about every single minute of every single day scheduled out with a waiting list of "stuff" that needs shoved in if I happen to have any cancellations.
SUCKS.
We are short staffed at work for the next 8 weeks and after searching high and low for a PRN employee and even trying to talk a girl into a little cross training we are floatin' down the river with only half a broken paddle.
I started going in early to get our day started off right and it's taking me a l-o-n-g time to adjust. I have a terrible time forcing myself to go to bed.
I have always had "Mommy time" from 9 to 11pm after I got the kids to bed and I can't seem to give it up yet. So far, I go and go until I have an involuntary shut down.
For example: Last night, I was going to try to catch up on email because I have a very strict email system...
New mail, has to be dealt with that day.
Old mail, have up to two weeks.
Saved mail, anything that will need longer than two weeks.
I think other people should adopt this...I can't stand it when Ms D (yes you!) opens her email and in her inbox she has over 200 email...that is ridiculous!
Getting back to the point...I fell asleep sitting up while my mail was opening!!!
FELL ASLEEP!
That is also ridiculous.
One interesting observation about going in early, I have confirmed that Starbucks does indeed put crack in the coffee. I have walked in at 5:15am and my girl was all "Hey girl, You want a nonfat, no whip, white mocha this morning?" really loud and HAPPY! Who remembers their customer's order and smiles at 5:15am?
Crack dealers...I tell you.
Also, If you have to go in before 6:00am stop lights are optional. There are some that are flashing yellow and you don't even have to slow down for those...but the normal kind that goes from yellow to red you can just slow down a little and drive on through.
This morning, somebodies Grandma pulled up next to me at a red light and looked both ways, smiled at me and drove through the red light.
Crazy Grandma. I guess it's just a perk of having to get up early.
Saturday is the half marathon!! I will be picking up my race packet tomorrow night. Also, one of my coworkers is throwing a post mini party with a little hot tubing and refreshments. I am really excited...I don't care how I do this year just as long as the "bus of shame" doesn't get me. Wish me luck!
p.s. It's late, I'm tired forgive my grammar/spelling errors.

circus training.

My children have been so lucky to experience many different exciting activities. One of my favorite activities to watch happens to be...JUGGLING.

I know that sounds kinda crazy. I don't know anyone that would get pumped up about going to a juggling show. When my kids first told me about Juggling Masters at their school, I remember thinking, "As long as I don't have to watch." It proved to be one of the most energetic, entertaining events at their school.

The Kinesiology teacher (That's right, the kids don't call it  P.E. or gym anymore. They say K-lab or Kinesiology lab) comes in before school three days a week during the winter months and teaches the kids how to use all kinds of juggling/balancing equipment. They all start to learn with scarves because they fall slowly to the ground. After they have the patterns and tossing techniques down they move on to other equipment like bean bags, rings, and clubs. In addition to that they learn how to use mystics, spin plates on sticks, walk on stilts, ride unicycles, and my personal favorite the Diabolo. Their performance is very high energy. Matter of fact, when the music starts, the kids enter the gym from two different doors, run straight at each other, then into a tight circle and then they have musical cues to tell them when to start juggling.

They also have music cues to know when to stop and run to get their next piece of equipment, it's a lot of crazy running.

 There were some major collisions, but the kids jumped back up and acted like nothing happened! As they say, "The show must go on!"

I'm just thinking...if the whole college thing isn't a good fit for them they could always join the circus.

skies are clearing.

I would be lying if I didn’t tell you how badly my fingers itched to delete my last post.

I forced myself to leave it alone and reflect on it. I thought about why I started blogging: to keep in touch with family, as my creative outlet, as my own personal “soapbox”, and most important to journal my day to day life.

I can’t deny what is true and real. I may be embarrassed at how dramatic I was, but that was an honest open look at the sorrow in my soul that day. It certainly didn’t help that a particularly bad patch in my life coincided with a “hormonally unstable” time of the month resulting in a perfect storm of depression.

We all have our flaws.

Some may have a crazy mole that sprouts occasional hairs on their chin that they keep emergency tweezers with them for this said hair. Or, the occasional depression that rolls in faster than a spring storm.

Thankfully, I have a sweet sister that calls me up and says, “Where are those emergency tweezers (or “happy pills”), babe you need some help.”

I will be leaving that last post right where it is, just in case someone needs it.

I hope that if someone reads it they will see that other people are like them and find comfort in it. Or even, “Wow, that girl is much more unstable than me. I think everything is going to be okay.”

It’s alright to not be perfect all the time, the point is to recognize your weaknesses and know how and where to seek help for them. The people that matter will still be there when you get back up and dust yourself off.

Thank you family and friends that offered prayer and kind words, I know the strength and peace in my soul is because of you. I feel loved, stupid chin mole and all.