Anyone who just started reading my blog this month must think I am a big crab-ass . Well it just so happens it’s been a crappy April so far.
My life is not awful. It’s wonderful. I know you can’t tell that from my April posts. But I’ve been down in the dumps. My life is hard. My daughter is cranky. My son is needy. This week has been hard.
But we are four days in. And as I write this it’s almost Friday.
We have good weeks. We have great weeks. This week has not been one of those.
It’s been hectic and challenging, rushed and stressful. I won’t sugar-coat it. That’s not why I am doing this.
I won’t lie and tell you it’s a great day when, as I type this on my phone, Brielle is crying and trying to get a hold of my hand so she can squeeze it. I won’t tell you I can’t wait to catch up on my rest this weekend, because there’s a good chance I won’t.
I will tell you that my husband came home from traveling today. That my son went food-shopping for me. And then we ordered in instead of cooking. I will tell you that my mammogram came back clear. And then I will tell you that our brand new washing machine is a dream.
And then, I will tell you about the beautiful 10-minute walk I took with my girl after dinner. She was close to another meltdown so I suggested a change of scenery. We bundled up in hats and coats and walked the path as I played music from my phone. We walked hand in hand. Occasionally she’d pull me into a run as she giggled. We crossed the road and I led her across the playground to an open bright-green field. She laughed and ran with the freedom. Then she came back to me, her checks red. We turned around and took the same path home. 
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