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Well, my phone died last weekend.  So, very few cute Ethan pics, sorry folks.  I know you're heartbroken.

JUST KIDDING OF COURSE I HAD MORE PICS, I TOOK A BUNCH ON SUNDAY SINCE I LOST ALL MY OTHER ONES WHEN MY PHONE DIED:

 

This last week was a crazy one.  It felt like nothing went right for me.  Let me be clear - things did NOT go right, but nothing terrible happened either (no health diagnoses or car accidents or anything like that).  However, what exactly happened, it doesn't matter.  It felt crappy.  I felt crappy.

Guys, Imma be honest.  I'm not very good at feeling my feelings.  Like, at all.  I invented the phrase 'fake it till you make it' when it comes to sucking it up and moving on.

Resiliency.  I think that's the word.  It's usually a really good thing.  It has helped me deal with a number of traumatic things in my life.  And sttill become a productive member of society.

But occasionally - when shit ISN'T hitting the fan but yet things just feel crappy, I think it's important to feel crappy.  So I did.  With a deadline I gave myself.

On Saturday, I had an awful day, and I just accepted it, and as my sister says "sat in my own shit".

(OK, "technically" Ethan was sitting there with me, the kid was attached like glue and I couldn't even go to the bathroom in my jammies in peace.)

But I put a time limit on myself, because it's not fair to me or my family to do it forever.  I think part of resiliency is knowing there is a bigger purpose and an end-game out there that we are not always privy to.

So Sunday, a day after I sat in my shit, I bounced back.  We woke up late (8AM!!!), hung out, flew kites, had ice cream, snuggled up, and had a good day.  FLEW KITES!?  Who knew that could be so fun???  Apparently my husband.  Jeff, you rock.

Thanks for all your texts, calls, and messages.  LOVE YOU ALL, mwah!