Showing posts with label Being Real. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Being Real. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Four Hours of Therapy

Hair Therapy, that is... needed to do something for myself, and since I always color my hair out of a box (been noticeably gray since my early twenties), and haven't had it done professionally since Rylan was a baby (He's 4 now!), I thought I'd splurge. I found a gal who did Mary's hair for prom. Charming little shop that she works in all alone. It was kinda' a nice escape to sit in there for 4 hours (didn't know it would take that long) and talk to someone who doesn't know what all has happened in the last two weeks. We just chatted about this and that... nice escape. Here are the requested pics... 

Monday, June 1, 2009

Just Being Real

Life has been hard for me the past couple of weeks. As we all know it isn't always a "bowl of cherries," and because of the unexpected death of my 31 year old brother, I have been having a really hard time functioning lately. I'll be okay... but I've never had to grieve like this before, and I really don't know how to grieve. It is manifesting itself in many different ways. The emotional roller coaster is in full gear, and within an hour's time I can experience sad, mad, hope, hoplessness, etc. Some of the emotions I feel, I don't even know how to name.
I've always respected the women who use their blogs in a very real way, to reach out to other women, so that we moms who more often than not, hold our families together, know that it isn't always great and wonderful, the weekly meal isn't always planned, the groceries aren't always bought, and for me, MT. LAUNDRY isn't always done. Now, I'm the type who cringes at dirty clothes on the floor and never lets people come over when my house isn't clean... but I'm feeling the need to reach out to bloggy land, and let y'all know, that no one is perfect, and sometimes we just have to forgive ourselves of that.  Here, (cringe) is the pile of laundry that was building on my bathroom floor last night before I finally tackled laundry for the first time since returning from the funeral. 

And, I also, am giving you a peek (another cringe) at the baskets and baskets of clean, but not put away laundry and unpacked suitcases on my bedroom floor.
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