I sprained muscles in my back. It’s part of living the dream here. Maura’s now bigger than me, and I have a wonky back, so if she tackles me wrong, that’s it, I’m done for.
Reality? I need to get into shape.
Reality? I need to heal these injuries before I can start working out again.
Reality? I’m kinda lazy and like to eat.
Reality? I need to stop farting around and get into shape. After I heal. Thank goodness I was matched with the perfect massage therapist at my chiropractor’s office – she also does sports therapy and so is helping me with these injuries.
Yesterday, Maura buckled herself into the car all by herself. She was a little “help” and I was all “You can do it” and she got it, and I was all “OH YEAH! THAT’S HOW YOU DO IT!” and we high fived.
Reality? My daughter can finally buckle herself.
Reality? She’s 13.
Reality? This can be a reminder that wow, she is so far behind.
Reality? I actually look at it as “SEE! Never ever give up!” because if she puts her mind to it, she’ll figure it out, even if it takes years of practice.
After Maura buckled herself up yesterday, we went to the “mall” and stopped at Old Navy. She picked out a cute dress, a button down shirt, and a pink wool coat. We went through the whole “Make sure you find the right size.” song and dance. Then we came across a pink wool coat.
She wanted it. I wanted her to try it on. She did NOT want to try it on.
Reality? I caved finally to avoid a meltdown because she’d been so good about sizes on everything else.
Reality? I chose the wrong size.
Reality? I had to hide the coat from her so she wouldn’t wear it while eating food, or take it to school this morning.
Reality? I will be returning to the store to exchange sizes.
Reality? This is a normal thing in our life. Sometimes it’s tiring, but then I remember the time when she didn’t understand sizes at all. We’ll get there with trying on things eventually.
Reality? It’s the right coat for her b/c it’s just one button and the button is big and she can button her own coat herself thankyouverymuch!
This is how we roll, minute to minute, day by day. There are compromises and cave ins and celebrations. There isn’t always rhyme or reason to our ways. Our reality is that life is constantly throwing stuff at us, and while I’ve never been sporty, I am scrappy! Life isn’t easy for us…but then again, life isn’t easy. Period. Anyone who says anything different is trying to sell you something.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go exchange a jacket before someone gets home from school.