Doing Something Wright

I’m sitting in my car outside Winco at 9:30 Wednesday night. I have already been to this store once today, but here I am again. I need to go inside to buy some Gatorade.  Don’t get me wrong, I like shopping at Winco, so my problem isn’t the store or the fact that I need to go inside. My problem is this: It’s been a long day. I left the house at 7:15 this morning and haven’t been home yet. I had an appointment before work, meetings, a physical therapy appointment that literally brought me to tears, a shopping trip, set up for clubs, more errands, a night of clubs where many of the kids decided that what they had to say to their friend was just as important as what I was trying to communicate and at the same time I was trying to communicate, clean up from clubs and then rides home.  And now here I am...sitting in the Winco parking lot, writing this post instead of getting out of my car.  Stalling epically because I am simply done! I know everything I di...

Let me tell you a story about my tiara...when my three girls were little I referred to them as my princesses. One day my sweet Noah looked at me and informed me - in a very royal way, as I had trained her well - that if she was a princess then I, her mommy, must be the Queen!  She started calling me Queen Mommy.    This was especially endearing since she couldn’t pronounce the “Qu” sound quite right. It kinda caught on, and one of my sweet friends bought me a tiara for my birthday. (I think it may have been the year I threw a royal hissy-fit about my birthday, so I’m not sure I deserved it, which makes it even more special.)  My daughters and my beautiful girlfriends helped me to see value in myself at a time when I was all about everyone else (except, of course, for during the aforementioned hissy fit - thanks ladies for not disowning me that year!)  A couple years later, I came to a late night realization that I needed to make as big a deal about ...