Journey Beyond Survival

I didn't want to write a post today. I kept trying to think of things to write about. Nothing sounded fun. At all. That is unusual for me. I love to write. I have to write. I would write on my toilet paper before I used it if I had to. Okay, that's just gross. My point is that I haven't had this happen yet. That's 112 posts and I've been excited or anticipatory for each one. Being the über analytic that I am, I began scouring the wrinkles in my brain for a reason. I came up with something even more puzzling. Vague excuses. Now, that made me even hungrier for a reason. Yes, this is the part where we all realize that Hubbend and chiclets should all be nominated for sainthood despite our religion. They put up with it-most of the time-when I do the following to them : I delved deeper. The reason I found wadded up in the corner of my subconscious was deflating. Boring even. I'm tired. I don't want to pursue excellence. I don't want to do my be...

After last week, I'm ready to get back on track. We're traveling to Nawth Cackilacky (North Carolina) for miss THANG's Spring Break. I'm getting ready. I'm ready to get my 20 miles in. I've noticed my back hurting a lot since missing three days in a row. My knees have been hurting too. That hasn't happened in over 6 weeks. Which makes me feel good. So I guess I'm a convert to the steady benefits of exercise. Time to get BACK ON TRACK! How're you doing with your exercise? C'mon I'll be your cheerleader. *photo by Naztrida*

Stressful day. We had non-stop action yesterday. Now we are prepping to go on a 7 hour round trip for another Dr. appointment. I'm hoping it will go smoothly. All the tests have come back great for now. Her skills are back. I almost feel like canceling the appointment. But, maybe the lung Dr. will give us a year before we have to come back. That would be nice. So, we go. The best part about this? I've been able to handle the stress so far. Are you sure you read that right? I am. This exercise thing is TOTALLY AWESOME! I know, I'm dating myself. Who cares? You know home life is stressful when a dr. appt. means a break! Ta for now! I'll try to swing by your blogs at the hospital.

*little girl from flickr unrelated to me* My life is wobbling. My schedule is out of balance. I'm dropping plates instead of keeping them spinning high above me. My pot is beyond wiggling on the wheel. The pot is woefully peanut shaped! With Chickadee's perpetual appointments, the rest of my family's dental care (and it's health equivalents), real estate machinations, and various recreational *gasp* appointments, I don't have time. But, I have been creating time out of thin air and blogging with a side of exercise. I should really give lectures on space-time curvature. Every mother should. Looking around my house, I have a question for all my fellow bloggers. What kind of scheduling magicians are you? I mean, for goodness sake, the sheets on my Beansprout's bed don't even remember their expiration date! Don't even talk to me about the mopping the floors or vacuuming. It was before the hospital that it got done. I know that I am recovering from ...

Yesterday was another out-of-house day. Miss THANG had ballet. Beansprout had storytime at the library and Chickadee was supposed to have an eye doctor appointment. My bad. I think it was a subconscious slip sabotaging me. My experience there was less than stellar. To top it all off my house was again to be occupied and unavailable. We went shopping. For our very own healthy snack pack for the trunk. I didn't go off! I did not get to exercise, but it was a pretty good day. I've got exercise done today though, and I'm excited for another day. Maybe I'll clean my house (Don't tell Kat and Lisa it isn't clean yet!)

Someone said once that, "meaningful morning prayer is an important element in the spiritual creation of each day." What that means to me is that thinking, praying, or meditating in the beginning of our day is going to help us have a better day. What I plan on happening and think about happening helps create what I want out of a day. I know that I have a better day if I am awake before my kids are. It gives me an advantage. There is nothing worse that waking up to restless natives circling my bed. If I'm up, I'm more prepared. Also, If I'm already up there is no chance of sabotage with wet things. Wet little bodies, washcloths, jammies: all have been flung in my face. If I think about my plan for the day I'm good. If I pray about my day, I'm usually golden. Not that bad things don't happen if I pray. Look at my life! It's just I'm better able to handle whatever happens. Meditation really helps as well, it is relaxing. I don't s...