I felt sorry for myself for a while and then decided to do what always seems to help me sort out my frustrations--I loaded up the boys and hit the road for a run. It was the PERFECT therapy.
Running has a funny way of helping me to sort out my thoughts and get a little perspective on things. I ended my 6+ mile run with a much better outlook on my life. I have FANTASTIC kids and a husband I ADORE and am SO PROUD of. I live in a FABULOUS town and have AMAZING, SUPPORTIVE friends. I am well-fed, have a roof over my head, and had some very fulfilling small side jobs that are ideal fits for this stage of my life. LIFE IS GOOD! Nothing like a good sweat session to help me remember that.
Today turned out to be pretty fantastic after all and I'm so glad I didn't let this morning define the rest of the day. I helped distribute delicious organic produce to 15 people. I got to tutor the most amazing, sweet girl I've ever met. I enjoyed loads of books and puzzles with my boys. I chatted with friends as our kiddos played together. AND I got to grab a glass of wine and dinner with some girlfriends but still got home in time to tuck my sweet boys into bed. AND tomorrow I get to pick up my Christmas tree so I'll get to do a little twin-toddler-friendly decorating this weekend.