The Sassy Uterus

Mr. Owl, how many sicks (nesses) does it take to get to the center of a lollipop?

1, 2, THREE!

Alright.  So as the heading states, I've been ill.  Two weeks ago it was a horrific cold/flu virus that produced entirely too many bodily byproducts out of my nose.  That lasted...oh...about ten days.

Right on the heels of that I came down with a plugged milk duct.  Ouch.  No good.  And if you don't get that taken care of, it can mess up your ability to breastfeed permanently.  Babiest Boy doesn't get enough with the two he has, can you imagine if production won't down to one?

And this week, a bladder infection.   Listen folks, I'm tired.  And I keep pushing myself like I'm strong and stuff.  And really, I'm just really, really tired.  I took yesterday off of work because the antibiotic hadn't yet improved the infection.  I spent a full day telling myself *not* to feel guilty about taking time out for my body to rest. 

My question is:  Uh, when did I turn into such a martyr?  Seriously, I think it's time I get over myself and stop trying to be so damned strong.  I wasn't perfect during this time, far from it.  The kids were still (sigh) late for school (damn missing sock bin), dinner was still late, and the living room was still messy with school papers and such.  I'm definitely not Supermom, and will probably never become Supermom.  But don't cry for me Internet World, I'm okay with being Good-Enough-Mom.   Good enough is a beautiful thing.  It implies moderation, which is to only experience the goodness without going too far to either extreme.

So I'm not going to play the "The one who pushes through her pain and fatigue" anymore.  I'm not going to be push myself to be so damn strong.  Because, as it turns out, it just makes me weak.

It's the best day evvvvveeeerrrr!

There is a Spongebob song where he sings that and it was going through my head as I watched the kids get ready for their first day of a new school year.  The oldest entered junior high for the first time this morning.  The second oldest is in 4th grade (upper grades!) and the third born entered first grade (new playground!).  So I looked at them, eating breakfast, all dressed, check, check.  Did you brush your teeth, check, check, check.  Have your backpacks?  Check, check, check. 

We drove them to their schools, dropped them off. 

Mommie loves you.  Don't let the door hit in you the ass on your way out. 

It's the best day evvvvveeeerrrrr!

Here is the second and third born lads:

And the first born son who just groaned, "Nooooo" when I gleefully suggested that we take pictures to commemorate this best day ever:

 In case you can't tell, he's under all the pillows.  :o)

I would really like this as my banner.....

Minus the "Happy Holidays" and signature line.  Not sure how to go about purchasing it.  This can be found here

One more try....

Just checking the whole re-publish thing out....

A confused beginning....

This is my very first post of what, hopefully, will be many.  The majority of the evening has been spent trying to map the domain to the domain name...yada, yada, yada, computer-geek-speak, yada, yada, yada.  I hope it has worked.  If not, I will be calling my father over here for help.  Again.