Stress

Stress.  No matter how fast we run it seems to always be right on our tail.  You can try to hide but it always seems to find you.  Sure, there will be times when you think you may just have the bugger beat.  During those times the skies seem more blue, smiles seem bigger and life is sure more enjoyable.  Of course, those times are nothing but the cheese inside of the big stress sandwich in which we all live.

So, you stand up day after day and face it head on.  Some days you end up more bruised than others.  It is easy to fall victim, allow it to get into your head and consume you.  You know you should not let it, you find distractions, look for anything to lighten the load. Some nights what makes the most sense is to close your eyes and lay down your head in preparation for the next round.

Good night.

Pure exhaustion

I find myself to be very tired lately.

Tired of the news.

Tired of Facebook.

Tired of racism being thrown around so often that it has no meaning.

Tired of the daily righteous indignation from this side or that.

Tired of political correctness.

Tired of our inability to communicate without fear of offending someone.

Tired of braggers and whiners.

Tired of lies, spin, misconception and softening of the blow.

So tired that no amount of sleep would ever solve the issue.

At the end of the day it is all just exhausting and very very dangerous from all sides.

A busy week and medical advances

First day for all of us
First day for all of us

The summer has officially ended in our house with the yearly closing of the pool.  There are still some very warm days in the forecast like today’s heat in excess of 90 degrees, but once school starts there is just not enough time in the day. Speaking of school, the fist day was a success for all!  Both girls had great days especially our new first grader.

Ready to take the field
Ready to take the field

The first day seems like a life time ago already.  Saturday morning was picture perfect.  Although there was a slight chill in the air, the sun, high in a bright blue sky was warm and comfortable.  Our day started with a season opening soccer game with the youngest at 9am.  At her age they play 2 fields of 4 on 4, open goal.  This is my husbands first year coaching soccer and the first time most of the girls have played together.  There were many bright spots.  A little girl who just could not keep herself from picking up the ball mid play was not necessarily one of the brightest but the season looks to be fun none the less.

The look of a 3-0 shut-out to start the season!
The look of a 3-0 shut-out to start the season!

The travel game with the older child was much better.  I think what made this game so much fun was the fact that over the last year we sat through many (emphasis many) bad, down right ugly soccer games.  With Megan as the full-time goal keeper this year we feel extra pressure to ensure she plays her best.  Saturday the entire team stepped up and played the best game we have seen them play as a team.  The final score was 3-0..first game of the year and first shut out of what we hope will be a wonderful soccer year for Megan and team.

The week is flying by with time split between my few hours at the school doing cafeteria and playground duty, soccer practice, karate and everything in between.  How quickly our lazy days of summer have been filled with days that just do not have enough hours.

On a totally different note, I caught a few minutes of the news last night  as I was getting dinner ready for the girls.  The story was about a new pump to help to identify breast cancer up to 10 years sooner than with current methods.  I do not know how much data they have collected on it or how accurate it is but I would like to believe that such advances are true and reliable.  I think about my young daughters and the very real high risk possibility that they face of breast cancer.  I can only hope and pray that the advances continue so by the time my babies have to face tough decisions,  like me they will be lucky enough to be able to act proactively.