Zits...
Zits. Let's talk zits. I can count on one hand the number of times I got a poppable blemish, throughout my teenage years. Now, I'm not bragging about the fact that I was clear skinned in those awkward days because in fact, I had/have the most sensitive and terribly DRY skin. Almost regularly using special ointments to keep my hands and feet from cracking and bleeding. Gross, I know. Let's get back on track to a more appealing topic, zits. Throughout my entire life, they've never been my vanity issue. So why the blast are they popping up on my adult woman face now? Am I stressed? Nah. I mean I'm exhausted beyond what a normal person would consider exhaustion (still waking up about three to five times a night with little Mr. Squishy) but not too stressed. At least I don't think I'm stressed. What some (and possibly my face) would consider "stress" I think most moms consider life...
We've had the usual battle with winter sicknesses which I suppose can be stressful. But it's likely my own fault since I'm not the good mom who puts a liner in the shopping cart. I usually try to intervene when I see Welles' tongue do a second lap up the handlebar. Oops...
We've had the crap-we're-falling-further-behind-because-it's-been-too-hecktic-to-work-on-his-therapy-every-day bit as well. That can also be stressful. But really, around the holidays (and apparently the month after) it's a heck of a task trying to get back in to a routine and getting on top of his daily/monotonous exercises. And Welles is still not using his legs much. To be honest, I'm not sure he's gonna do it til he wants ta anyways!
Oh, and motivation to do squat around the house. Well I'm not feeling it to the fullest right now. Don't worry, my kids are eating off clean dishes and I wash our underwear regularly. But other than that... Talk to me when I'm getting more than a three hour block of sleep;). So I guess you could say that looking around my house might be stressful. Thankfully I'm not a perfectionist.
Hosting preschool (joy school), ballet and behavior "goals" with Scarlett. Doctor appointments, added therapy (food and speech) and getting tubes placed in ears this week for Welles. Endless laundry, errands, balancing a happy marriage, good parenting and keeping sane. This is life as I know it. And I wouldn't change it. Maybe I would add a maid and chef...
As women (and men) the daily grind can start to feel like a hamster cage. Now I don't proclaim to have a hard life. I'm able and choose to stay home with my kids. We live a happy life and there's a lot of love around here. But I certainly have one boat load of a check list. Now I'm no expert, but what's my secret to ridding stress? My care-free personality type probably helps (I'm a yellow in the Color Code book. Google it if you don't know your color. It's interesting). But I also feel like this has been the year of "let it go". And I'm not speaking Elsa's langue. Letting the little stuff slide has turned into a lifesaver for me. Sure, some times I have to dig through dirty laundry and do a "quick load" so I have something to wear to church tomorrow. And some times I cringe when I step on sticky splotch of jam that's ready to be mopped. But this new "let it go" mentality has really taken the edge off and provided more energy for relationships. My face may disagree and claim stress. But really, lets just blame it on the bad air quality!
Side note: While I don't condone little girls in make-up, I find it ironic that Scarlett and I both look like teenagers right now. She obviously the "cool" kind. I'm the zitty nerd...
