...I'm just having a hard time feeling like I have anything post-worthy to write about. I mean, I've been bouncing around in my head about how big of a wimp I am because I said all these great things about the stage of life I'm in and then the tantrums hit and my coping skills flee. I immediately go to that place in my head that says, "Survive this." Because I lived in a state of survival for so long, I leap back there when the going gets tough. And the tough is going. With a certain daughter just being plain, flat-out MEAN, I find myself getting MEAN. Here I am trying to teach her not to do the very thing I'm doing.
These summer days are sure different. It's like I need a "thing" to do each day just to keep us sane. I often wonder if we lived in Africa would we feel this same daily need of something? I see how one of my daughters is beginning to notice "America's" beauty and it makes me want to fly to a third world country today.
For now~ we'll keep playing Trouble and Go Taco (a version of Go fish from Taco Cabana!) And hit the pool when I feel up to it!