This post has been a long time coming and I apologize. My life is crazy. I stop a lot and wonder how it got like this. When did the pace pick up to lightening speed. Where evenings end with me sitting on the couch "whewing!" the day away. In all honesty I thrive on it I suppose, but I do wish there were more hours in the day. Time to stop for the things I love. Like writing, that is easily put to the wayside when other things wait in line.
Paxton is home. We have been home for nearly two weeks now. In that time I have been to a 13 month old HLHS babies funeral, spent many a nights crying over the unfairness of it all, run a race that led to a personal record.
So I stopped today. Stopped to breathe and reach out to my peeps. To let you all know that my baby boy is home. He is a fighter. He said hell to the no about spending the weekend in a hospital so they released us and we came home to brothers and hung out at the park while other parents stared at the rash all over his body as if he were some contagious freak and my mama bear instinct eyed them down like a hawk. No it's not contagious folks, he has half a heart and can barely fight the common cold so F you!
Yah sometimes I get a little touchy about it. I get defensive. He's had enough to fight without others passing judgement on a 16 month old baby.
And now it's time to go walk this new puppy (cause really what I needed in life was a damn puppy, but if him sleeping in bed beside me doesn't tell you that I already love him I don't know what does) get the car cleaned, pick up the boys, haircuts, lunch, naps, somewhere in there workout, play outside, dinner baths, bed and a big fat "whew!" at the end of it all.
And when I am old and gray I will still be doing the same thing. I know without a doubt I will still live life at lightening speed. It's how I am. It's in my blood (thanks Dad ;)