Hey there!
A few things, but first, this:
Why no matter what the hell else fucks up in my life, I am the luckiest woman on the planet.
Aaannnddd shit. Hope that didn’t break my layout.
So, you all know I’ve been gone awhile, deep in the middle of my obsessive writing of a Twilight Fan Fiction. I can almost type that without grimacing, almost, not quite. I cannot say it in person without grimacing, only because for those who aren’t in the know, it just sounds so, what? You’re doing what? Writing what? Twilight? Don’t you know that book sucks ass? Well, yes. Yes, I do and I don’t know that. I’m not going to talk about Twilight here. Not. Going. To. Talk. About Twilight.
Hey! It’s my eight year anniversary with Alex! (aka Mr. Myg!). And you know what? He’s really hot, right? He’s even cuter in person. He’s so going to give me shit for posting a picture of him and calling him cute on the internet. Not that much shit.
That was a shot of him just this morning, after he’d had only 4 and a half hours of sleep, he was hanging out with the myglets, Doot (on the right) and Bing (on the left) and I snapped this photo and thought, hot damn. You know, 18 months after the boys were born I’m still a good 20lbs overweight, I just lost my job this week, our finances are really, oh GOD when I think about it, I get palpitations, no shit, they are so bad right now. Like, should we pay the mortgage or buy groceries, kind of bad.
So I’m writing this right from the center of my panic attack. Sometimes I think I could let all of the fear just eat me alive, you know? Like, what in the fucking fuck are we going to do now?
But then I look at that picture there, and I think, Christ. I’m lucky. I swear to you, I am lucky. Because money? It comes and goes. It doesn’t matter. Okay, that’s bullshit. But it doesn’t matter that much, is what I’m telling you.
Alex and the boys matter. We are all here. We are all okay.
The rest is incidental.
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Amen, baby. Amen.
Sniff. I hear ya sister. Happy Anniversary! You have some beautiful boys there.
I know exactly where you are coming from. I won’t bore you with “my life sucks becasue….” details but we are living similiar lives. In the midst I look at my husband and boys and think “Okay, maybe I can handle this.”
Thanks for sharing your anxiety attack.
Yep, it’s like coming to that point where you’re like, you have to do what you have to do. My life doesn’t suck. Not at all. My finances suck, but my life doesn’t.
I wish I had enough money to buy a page in The NYTimes and post your wisdom. You are so right, so lucky, so fortunate to have those beautiful men in your life.
My hubs and I have made money, lost it, made a little more, lost some more. Money doesn’t make anyone happy. Sometimes it makes life a little bit easier (housekeepers, for example), but if there’s a lot of money involved, it just makes people fight.
I hear ya sister! You have a beautiful family!
One door closes another opens, something good has to happen to counter the bad!
The love of family can not be matched. You have a gorgeous family, Myg.
Myg,
Where have you been all my life? Ok, so don’t be afraid–I’m not a scary new stalker. I just discovered Osa Bella and I’m sure you can understand that I’m awe of your righteousness. You rock! Mr. Myg is TOO CUTE and the Myglets are ADORABLE. I’m sorry for your stress. Would it help at all to know that finding you this weekend (ok, finding Osa Bella) REALLY helped me? I badly needed a distraction (you have NO idea) and there you were. Thank you. The dust will settle and everything will be fine. Promise.
I know exactly where you are coming from. I won’t bore you with “my life sucks becasue….” details but we are living similiar lives. In the midst I look at my husband and boys and think “Okay, maybe I can handle this.” Thanks for sharing your anxiety attack.