The Best Day of My Life

Today is a day where MS wants to remind me that it is still here, but it is still the best day of my life. The weather messed with me. 50s in the morning and 80 in the afternoon means no bueno for me.

Yesterday, I was your average everyday mom.  Wake up before the house, write in my gratitude journal, journal, practice some EFT (emotional freedom technique, tapping), read.  As I prepared my daughter’s breakfast and fed my dog, I cleaned the kitchen and put a load of laundry on.  

Walked with Áine and Lilly to the bus stop, went home, and went to the gym where I ran 2 miles on the treadmill as I spoke with a gym friend.  I was excited to see her as we hadn’t seen each other in a while, and she is really the only person I talk to there.  They were too busy to do my strength training session so I went home to work for a couple of hours before I went back to the gym for strength training.

It was empty at this time, hooray!  All was good until the trainer, who is new, asked me if I had watched the presidential debate between Vice-President Harris and Trump.  Cringe… why did you ask me that.  No religion or politics.  I told him I had and left it at that.  Fortunately, he said it was a disaster and Trump was talking crazy talk. He said Trump should have never debated her to which I just nodded and agreed.  

Finished my workout to return home, let Lilly out, showered, and got back to work.  Finished work at 3 go get Áine.  Oh, I forgot I prepared dinner somewhere in there - ravioli and sausage.  See, typical mom life.  Soccer practice at 5:30, etc. . . 

Wake up the following day to do it all over feeling pretty good until I am not.  I lasted until around 10 until I felt like I want to cry all day.  Feel like passing out and like how I can work and work and work and drive and work.  I am so fucking tired. I am getting the strange sensation where it feels like I have the inside of a football helmet over my brain and someone is pouring soda over it.  Fuck.  

Thankfully my mom picked Áine up from school and took her to my nephew’s soccer game because I was working.  I just want to give up now and go to bed.  I just want to throw in the towel. I am tired.  I am doing it all by myself.  Working, cooking, cleaning, yardwork, laundry, bills, groceries, dog, dog, dog, Áine.  Today it is all too much.

But!  I strive to make everyday the best day of my life because there is simply no reason not to.  This was my journal prompt this morning.  Kind of fortuitous that this was the prompt because I wrote about how some days will look different than others. Some days my best is different.  As long as it’s the best energy and effort I am able to give, that is the best day of my life.