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Discouraged for a Moment

So I’m here, living and breathing in the thick of what everyone else is also going through and I’m writing this blog now. A blog that is intended to uplift readers, make them laugh, and basically remind everyone that this too shall pass...look deep down inside yourself and be positive. Because you know... tracht gut, vet zein gut. But is it realistic?

Yesterday I was up to my ears in frustration. My toddler was at an all time #terribletwo for reacting to probably not getting enough attention. I’m spoiled by my daughter being a legit angel and I’m well aware it is atypical, so she was probably doing what most kids do when they act their age...hit their baby siblings with a lego, dump out a bin of toys, PUT HER BODY THROUGH THE SINK OF HER PLAY KITCHEN AND GET STUCK...

I wasn’t sure I had the capacity to keep my voice down. In fact, I know I didn’t because I found myself yelling multiple times. I’m not proud of it. 


But my husband came home around 6pm and my kids were being cute and playful. He probably thought my whole day looked like this. I was defeated and worn out sitting on the floor next to them playing, staring into space. I had made it to the almost-finish-line. 




Some days suck. Some days are bliss- the word I used to describe this time in my first post. Some days are a combo platter...without the shawarma. It’s just a matter of breathing, recalibration, and perspective.


So give it a try...if you think good, it will be good. 


Love and laughter,
a

Comments

Sara said…
Combo platter w/o the shawarma! that's gold. Love this blog so so much!

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