In The Thick of It

You guys, I’m there. I’m IN IT. Smack dab in the thick of it. All of it. And the “it” sucks. It’s so much, it’s all the time, and it’s non-stop. My “it” is a combination of young children and no sleep.

Maybe your “it” is building a house, getting a divorce, a ridiculous job that sucks the life out of you, or dealing with a medical crisis that no one should ever have to deal with. Whatever your “it” is right now, can we all just throw our collective hands up to the heavens and scream, “WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HAPPENING HERE?” then go drink some wine together? 

We all have limits for dealing with our different “it” situations and just in case no one has told you yet, please (figuratively) hear me say this to you: IT’S OK TO REACH THAT LIMIT. And when you do, I’ll scream at the sky with you and buy you that glass of wine, that cup of coffee, heck- even a juice box if that’s what your heart desires. That’s what this community of women, mothers and bad*$# ladies is about–lifting each other up with loud voices and companionship. 

I’m right at the edge of my “it” limits these days. I can go a full two months with relatively little sleep, but after two months, things start to get ugly. I hit the two month mark of little sleep about a week ago. And guess what I did? I screamed at the sky (OK, I probably screamed at my husband but I don’t really remember because I haven’t slept in two months) and then I got some help. Like real, legit help from a doctor because that’s what docs are there for. No matter how much we don’t want to ask for help (or take a pill to be able to function normally) it’s the right thing to do. At least, it was for me.

And my “it” limit for young children?

Well, there isn’t a whole lot I can do about that. But I can surround myself with awesome ladies who are also in “it,” and they understand what “it” is. More importantly, they know that I love my offspring more than life, but they also know that sometimes “I just can’t even” with the littles. These ladies let me vent, drink my wine, remind me that I’m still a great mom, and we all go home feeling much better about ourselves.

So go out and find those women in your life. Find your tribe. Your crew. Your squad. They will save your sanity and be your excuse to get out of the house. That my friends, is a glorious thing.  

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