Rise & Shine: what’s too early?

Morning world! 🤪 I’ve been up since the roosters were still pretending to sleep, and I wasn’t just lying there like a potato. Nope! My backside was busy conquering the universe of household chores! Lunches are packed, laundry is folded like a proud origami swan, the closet looks like it finally went to a spa, medication is re-stocked, and I’ve tackled all those chores that make me question my life choices! I think my hyperactive rise at the crack of dawn has a lot to do with my meds and a sprinkle of anxiety about my upcoming grand adventure to the Mayo Clinic.

Wide awake at 2:30 am, I was entering my medication into the Mayo app. My brain is clearly racing like its training for an Olympics in overthinking! I’m trying to chill out and not put all my eggs in this rather flamboyant, hot pink zebra basket, because let’s face it, trying to unload one of those isn’t exactly a walk in the park. And yes, that hot mess of a zebra is totally me in medical lingo!

In the meantime, prepping the kiddos for their three-nights with Nana and Papa is like gearing up for battle. It’s a full-blown operation to get everything sorted for a 4-year-old and a 13-year-old! Seriously, did I use to be this needy as a kid? I can’t remember, but I’m betting my 4-year-old self was just as much of a handful, possibly with added glitter. Schedules are all laid out, and some superstar mamas are swooping in to help with the softball rides and keeping my “teenager in training” entertained—quite the juggling act! If she gets bored, all sorts of chaos are bound to sprout like weeds in summer! The sass is real within that child.

Does it occur with other moms that when you have necessary plans something falls down? Well, yesterday my 4-year-olds asthma started full force. Back-to-back treatments, couch meds nada was working. Poor kid was barking like a dog chasing after a stray cat. Thank goodness his pulmonologist gave us extra steroids after the recent pneumonia episode. Down the hatch went the first dose of steroids which thank goodness called the cough and let him, and us parents, get some sleep. This asthma crap is a killer; I hope for his sake that he does grow out of it with age. We all just got home, and it appears the cough has faded; I say quietly knocking on all wood surrounding me at this point in time! I need the win people; so, say a prayer for me!

Now that the "work mom" shift is over, I can finally admit that I'm as pooped as a rooster who sang the sunrise way too early! Juggling work with doctor visits, hospital trips, and tests is like trying to ride a unicycle on a tightrope—exhausting and a bit wobbly. I clocked in at the office at 9am, made a pit stop at the imaging center by 1pm, and then zipped back home to work remotely... because who needs rest, right? That's for the weaklings! A client did give me a wonderfully kind compliment yesterday and you know what, sometimes it does bring a smile to my grinchy face to hear some positivity.

For a giggle, picture this: I completely spaced on needing to change at the imaging center and strutted in wearing knee-high boots and leggings. The result? A fashion statement for the ages: scrub pants, a gown top, and those fabulous knee-high boots... check me out, folks... pure runway material, right? LOL. I have to chuckle at myself sometimes because if I don't, I'd probably end up crying. Now I have also provided each of you with the wonderful selfie image of how I was walking around the facility.

In other news, my daughter has been on a mission to transform our goldendoodle into a lion. So, guess what? We caved and let the groomer work their magic. Now, we're the proud owners of a peculiar lion-dog hybrid roaming our house. The poor pooch is probably shivering his tail off, but hey, it's a bold style statement. Between the dog and me, we're basically the trendsetters of the animal kingdom!