One of Those Weeks

This past week was hard. I was almost kicking myself for posting about potty training because while it’s still going well, some aspects of it are just not happening. But I will spare you the dirty details.

And I may have vented my frustrations on my Facebook page once or twice. It was just one of those days. I felt drained and exhausted and yet on we went to the South Jersey Children’s Museum and The Atlantic City Rodeo.

Because life doesn’t stop for cranky mommy’s or toddlers.

And yesterday I found out that again, I will soon be out of my part time job. I saw it coming and took it a lot better this time around. I was offered full time employment but it just doesn’t work for my family.

Yesterday I found myself trying to wrap my head around the whole to work or not to work thing. I feel like John and I have this conversation every few months and always end up back at the same answer. It doesn’t work for us and that is OK.

And this time around I don’t feel so bad about it. It doesn’t hurt in the way it did. I don’t feel like I’m passing up an opportunity just looking in a different direction.

Did I mention the toddler dropped the IPad on my foot? And that I may need dental surgery, obviously unrelated to the IPad on the foot incident.

There was not much time for writing, which I’m hoping will change. That maybe with some more effort and I time I can make this space more. And while I’m not sure what “more” is I know it needs to involve writing.

It was one of those weeks. And yet it’s not so bad. There was a time and a place where all of this would have been too much in one week. Where I would have cried and moped around and been like the weather today dreary.

But there is so much else. There are pumpkin muffins and pumpkin soup that we made on Monday. There is a nearly 3 year old who says things like, “I’m not ready to tell you” when I ask him how school was. There is vacation that is so close I can almost taste the Dole Whip. And there are plans and changes and the holidays to look forward to.

There is good, always, and it can’t help but out weigh the bad.