What? You don’t have your own Jesus pen?

This past week, I have been a mom on the edge.

And I bring you now to this post.

As I reminder I told you it would happen.

Welcome to my mid-course meltdown.

Take one upcoming posting (PCS for your beautiful American ladies) season and it’s questions, add one behaviorally challenged child and his case conferences and home visits, pile on a cold and make sure to include a Family Support meeting that I decided I had time to run before, didn’t eat breakfast early enough, almost lost said breakfast in front of the morning commuters on the road and then made myself a couple minutes late for…

 And you are left with Me,ver. 2.Crazy

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Oh, and winter clothes.  You are left with winter clothes.

They are everywhere because I am in the middle of the Community Winterwear Drive.  So my trunk, my front room, an office at the church I really need to get to and every square inch of the barely organized Community Closet is jam packed with bags of winterwear.

This is a good thing.  This is a very good thing because it started snowing today and the whole purpose of the Winterwear Drive is to ensure no families in our community are without winter clothing this year.  Because, in case you live here and haven’t noticed, it gets cold.
And in case you live in Hawaii (you know who you are), cold is when it’s -45 degrees Fahrenheit and your snot freezes to your face.  In case you were wondering.

So I am very grateful for the over abundance of winter clothing that is taking over my life that will mean every family will be able to bundle up from the cold
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And I am grateful for the school and resources that I have to help my kid in the areas he struggles in.

And I am grateful for the advance warning in case we end up having to move this spring.  It’s only fair, we’ve been here for-ev-er.  It will be an adventure.

And that ankle that I rolled taking out the garbage on the ice?  No biggie.

And the cookies I was in the middle of mixing when my mixer moter completely and totally bit it and I had batter for 8 dozen cookies in a mixer that wasn’t turning?  No sweat.

Even the fact that I broke my favorite Jesus Pen and tried to crazy-glue it together and when the crazy glue was of course clogged and I pulled out a knife to try and open it and I sawed through my finger…..  sure.  what-ev.  No big.  (I will miss you, Jesus pen)

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It’s just that sometimes I show my complete calm and gratitude by having small that time of the month fueled emotional melt-downs.  Which, I might add, are much harder to hide on skype than on the phone. 

Which all may help explain why, when some really nice sounding man from DH’s work calls lets me know there is a fancy shmancy dinner coming up at DH’s work where I would get to wear a pretty dress and eat fancy food, and even with DH gone I am still invited…. you better believe I wanted to go.

I don’t suck at wearing dresses or eating, which is a definite selling point when I feel like I suck at everything else at the moment.

It seemed like a great idea at the time, before I realized at 5 this morning that I agreed to go to a fancy dinner with all the people hubby works with, by myself like a big huge geek who has nothing better to do than attend dinners without DH.

Sigh.  This is still going to be fun.

Cause at the end of the day I’m still a girl who likes pretty dresses and dinners where you need more than one fork.

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