Starting the day behind the 8-ball due to lack of sleep….again. it was actually better quality sleep. Probably because i am exhuasted mentally, emotionally and spiritually. But i digress. I had a bit of eye crust and felt physically ready to get dressed. How sad is my life where eye junk is a good sign? Anyway, I slept right until my alarm went off, but didn’t go to bed until way past my bed time. My dearest M had another bad interaction at his activity. It breaks my heart to see him go through this puberty stuff, but when boys “express themselves” with their hands and hurts my boy I want to phucking yell at everyone involved! It hurt him physically, but also emotionally. The teasing and name calling is what made us both cry. “Don’t cry” to me is not helpful, but that’s what the hubby tells him in a caring tone. I just hug him and rub his back. It will get better. I promise.

This is where I want to call in a mental health day and make my kids food. Hot breakfast with hugs and “loud motivation” to brush their teeth and get ready. Hot lunch with a loving note of encouragement. Pick up after school with surprise smiles and questions about what food I brought. A hot dinner that’s not take out. But, instead I’m commuting, blogging and tearing up. I try not to worry as this doesn’t accomplish anything except make my stomach hurt, gives me a headache and am too distracted to get work stuff done. Like M, I have to embrace this new day with new opportunities. A bad day does not mean a bad life.

Although, he has the activity again and just having him go back makes my stomach hurt worse. I can only imagine how he feels. Kids are resilient and I pray the Lord will watch over them. All kids.

Lord, protect my children from harm and give them the strength mentally, emotionally, spiritually and physically to face everything they face.

Hug your loved ones and wish them a good day y’all. For you. And for them.