Ava is completely fine. A majority of her “illnesses” are somewhat contrived. Maybe they feel real to her, I don’t know, but they seem more like a ploy to get attention. It should be fun when she starts school and tries to play hooky every other day.
I feel like I am in my own little world and under the impression that everything revolves around me, me, me. If I could just get my house unpacked, meet my writing deadline, fit in my bridesmaid dress, have a moment of peace and quiet for myself, blah, dah, boobididah!
I want to enjoy each moment and stop thinking about MYSELF. Life has always been soooo much better when I am reaching out to others, loving on my kiddos, meeting my neighbors, writing notes of encouragement…
Okay, so I’ll give myself a little bit of a break, but please. Get over yourself, woman. As of right now, I am DONE feeling sorry for myself, thinking about myself, bemoaning my hard, hard life.
HAVE WE HAD THIS CONVERSATION ALREADY THIS MONTH?
Yes, indeed, we have.
Life is short. Could be shorter than we think. Sounds cliche, but what if today is the last day I have with Gabe, Livi, Ava, and/or Nina? How would I live it differently?
I can’t decide whether to click “submit” or “cancel.” Hmmmm….