The Beacon
Thursday, February 9, 2012 at 11:20AM It's been one of those weeks. I'm a little more tired than usual, which means I eat a little less healthy than usual, which means I feel 18 pounds heavier than usual, and on and on. I blame it all on hormones. Mainly because no one can prove me wrong (well, without stealing some of my blood). And because my husband doesn't understand hormones at all, so he let's me get away with it.
[Let's do a quick poll - Does the man in your life understand hormones? Does he think it's all in your head? Does he really "get" how they can change the way you feel?] Maybe it's just one of the little ways women are mysterious. And the reason we're so damn hungry all the time.
But when I'm having a rough week, I try to remember that I am a beacon of light and hope. Stop laughing now, I'm serious. Sort of. Once upon a time, a good friend of mine told another good friend of mine that I am said beacon. We laughed about it, because it sounds very silly (especially if you know me - I'm just as crazy as the next girl) but it actually does help me stay positive.
When my beacon light gets a little lot low, from hormones or stress or the dogs digging under the fence and escaping, I notice. I can feel the light slowly dimming and I jump on it. I don't want to be blamed for those ships wrecking into the shore. And I don't want to my son to say "Mom sure is dim today". Double entendra intended.
So I try to recharge it, so that I feel better and so those passing ships can find their way. And on this Thursday, I'm recharged by the fact that the weekend starts tomorrow. Oh, thank goodness, you couldn't come soon enough.
I sure hope our Saturday involves scenes like last weekend did. Like Matthew and Kane making pancakes for breakfast.
[And yes, that's the kitchen helper that finally got stained and polyurethaned! It's great.]
And more snuggling with dadda. Because he recharges my beacon as well. And Kane likes him.
And kisses. Because who doesn't want a weekend full of kisses from this cutie? I do, and I know you do too.
And fun outings, like this trampoline park we got to visit for our friend Drake's 6th birthday.
But as Toddler Law states: When an adult pays for you to go somewhere cool, only play for a few minutes, then get bored. At that point, go find something that's everywhere and would be absolutely free, and have the time of your life. Example: find an ADA ramp and run up and down that thing until your cheeks hurt from your gigantic smile.
Now back to recharging weekend scenes. Can't you hear him thinking "Where did that block tower come from?!? I better get out of this box and go knock it down!"
And swimming in the middle of February.
I sure hope your weekend has some recharging moments and no one says "You're dim".
PS - Love you TR & CP! You both recharge me as well.
Reader Comments (3)
I love your post. I got a bit teared up reading it. You really are a beacon of light and hope. Love you three so much. But you the most. Don't tell the boys.
Unga, when you were little we sang "This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine" over and over and over again. In fact, that picture of you sitting on the toy box? You were singing "This little light of mine." The other song? "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away." You've always been a light in this world. Your ability to entertain us (say funny things, Daddy) and your uncanny knack for seeing oddities (wanting to work on the Severe Hail Intercept Team so you can work for S.H.I.T.) has kept me in giggles since you could talk. Its good that you have friends that call you a beacon - that means you have wise friends who, by the way, are giving you the same message I have told you all of your life.
What a happy post! :) it made me smile and I can't wait for those kisses!! and that kitchen helper is awesome!!! Maybe when we have kids they'll like to cook as much as their dad! :)