A week ago I parted ways with our bathroom scale. Adios. Kwaheri. So long. See ya later. It didn't say what I wanted it to...so I tossed it out. :) True statement. But, a bit more to it than that. In about 10 days time, I gained 5kg. Folks, that's 11 pounds. Honestly, it's just not possible. Ok, maybe it is possible in a certain setting. But, I wasn't eating food like that to gain that weight or it wasn't like I wasn't not working out. It didn't make sense. Lack of sleep. (Tried to nap today. Kyle declares me the worst napper ever. He says I'm worse when I nap. Thanks, love.) Stress. Sick. (Just found out that this nasty lingering cough/tiredness for the past 6-7 weeks all of us have had is walking pneumonia.) Maybe it was my RA meds? I've been on them for a while but maybe something shifted and that caused the weight gain? Maybe something else? I don't know. It was so depressing to know I just dropp
There was a movie years back with that title, I think. Basically wondering how a mom could balance all the different area of life and keep it looking pretty good. Here's the answer: she's not doing it all. It's just not possible to "have it all together". Gah. Why do I try? Because I'm human. And I'm ridiculous. And I think I can. My kids keep me in check most of the time. Oh mom, you wanted to blow dry your hair in the morning? And have that extra time to shave your legs in the shower? Mom, you're crazy. You are just hanging with us. No need to dry your hair or shave your legs! Plus, I need you to hurry up and get out of the shower and tell Daddy that I can have chocolate for breakfast. Puh-lease! Somedays I wonder why I even have a beautiful dry erase board to write down all my tasks for the day. They just don't get done. What do I do all day then? Where does my time go? (We won't go here because most parents