Living At Wit's End

   As I drove my daughter to school, thoughts entered my mind...oh, to be seventeen again.  Not the seventeen I was, mind you, seventeen with all the knowledge I have right now.  If I were “that seventeen,” I would rule the school and make the changes to correct all the previous life mistakes I’ve made!   I’ve heard it said it’s never too late to be who you want to become, and I can start each day anew.  Why am I so thick-headed and entrenched in my habits that beginning each day anew is just that, day one on the path over and over again?  I feel as if my days are ebbing away faster and faster with each minute that passes.  You would think that this might light a fire under me.  Yet, I feel like my feet are stuck in molasses, making my steps slow, sticky, and incredibly difficult, my brain in a fog.  Why isn’t my desire stronger than my bad habits?   It’s the tenth day of lent already!  I’ve fallen again!  My lenten goals ...

There are several Mom Parodies using the “Let It Go” song going around right now.   Some of them are hysterical.   This one in particular brought tears to my eyes .       In the beginning she sings of aggravation and the day to day stuff mom’s deal with, dirty socks, laundry, fighting, tantrums, trash etc.   However in the end she nails it!   The lines that got me, put the lump in my throat and the tears in my eyes…. let it go let it go I just have to keep my calm let it go let it go cause I’m their only mom here I stand and here I’ll say cause I’m their mom that stuff never bothered me anyway Wow!   It hit me like a ton of bricks because I very rarely keep my calm and all that stuff usually bothers me a lot!   I’m working on letting go VERY slowly, at a snail’s pace.   I wish I was mastering it at Turbo’s pace, but not the case.       The line that reall...