Sometimes it’s nice, and necessary, to think back to times in your life when you really did think you weren’t going to make it through – and obviously you did, since you’re able to think back to that time!
I’ve had plenty of these moments and sometimes I’m even thankful. Now that I look back on most of those moments they seem so small and not worth worrying about, but each one was a bit harder than the last, almost like a building block. There are some that were more than minor and were actual life and death situations, so the worry was actually warranted, most however were not if I could have just kept it in perspective of what really matters.
Earlier this week, after a very long day, I was seriously wondering how much longer I could keep this pace, keep juggling all the chaos, keep arguing with the insurance company? I ended up purging my entire long day to some poor, random woman at the third-born’s practice… that was until he came limping off the field injured and in a tears.
I thought my head was going to explode. That would have been messy – and I really didn’t feel like cleaning that up!
You know you’ve completely lost it when you’re talking to yourself…. AND answering! But hey – in the end, Me, Myself and I managed to muster up some perspective on the things that were happening and we’ve decided that we can handle it!
Me: “How exactly will we feel about this situation in 10 or even 20 years from now? Will we still be upset?
Myself: “Of course not!’
I: “Panty-waist! Get over it! (Sheesh – I is harsh!)
Me: “So in several years, the fact that the third-born runs like Quasimodo, that the second-born refuses to wear his headgear and we may need to glue it to his face, that the fourth-born has used the ENTIRE case of the months worth of chicken broth and then left it out on the counter over night and that the first-born has only a few months left in the house and has no idea what he’ll be doing when he leaves, won’t matter? Is it really that easy?
Myself: “Yup! Think about it – are we still panicking over our two-year-old climbing out the second story window? Or about how we’re going to pay for the next car payment? How about the hubby graduating? Nope – we’re not! It’s over with, and this will soon be too!”
Me: “You’re right? Hmm – I like this!”
I: “And yes, we still may own “that house” in 20 years and yes, it *still* may not have a first floor. But hey – we have two homes, don’t be a cry baby!” (Wow – I is really mean!)
Me: “Hmm – again right. But now I don’t seem so stressed about it?”
Oh – you know you do it too!
Yup – I’ve completely lost my mind. But at least I’m in a good mood and putting things in perspective. I’ll see you in 10-20 years!