Having a Great Week

Hey everyone! Well, I'm having a great week. And I don't mean that sarcastically. I am actually having a really good week. Considering the last chemo cycle was harder than the first, I seemed to have bounced back really well. I wouldn't dare tell my hubby this, but I even ran on the treadmill a little bit on Sunday. If Steve finds out, he'll start making me do housework again so I'm keeping it on the down low for now. Even though the doctor said that the chemo regimen itself is like a workout, I find that running gives me the mental and emotional edge I need to feel like I am strong...like I can pull myself through all of this. I've spent the last two beautiful, 80 degree days pulling weeds, which I find strangely therapeutic. I love the time to myself because, of course, no one (and by no one I mean none of the kids) wants to help pull weeds. So there are no distractions and I get lost in my thoughts.

Yesterday I took a break from the gardening to watch Oprah. Her guests and audience members were all mothers who were essentially complaining about how hard motherhood is. While I appreciated the humor in it (one lady was so overwhelmed she went 3 weeks without bathing her kids!), I couldn't help but feel like these women were all a bunch of whiners. I hate to get on my pedastal but c'mon! Even in my most overwhelming days when I had three infants and no diapers in the house, I still managed to shower, load them all up in the car, and load, assemble and push gigantic stroller through Target with at least one crying baby. Thank God they never all cried at one time... But I did it because I had to. I had no choice because I couldn't justify taping a maxi pad and a bunch of napkins on their little butts like one of the women on Oprah confessed. Whoa!

My kids will be five in June. And I thank God everyday for those little people. They prepared me for this journey I am on. Just like finding strength through a hard workout on the treadmill, I have found strength and purpose in being a mom. I like the fact that their little four year-old minds can stump me when they ask me what the Easter Bunny looks like. By the way, exactly what does the Easter Bunny look like and where does he live???? Any ideas? I love you guys and thanks for keeping me in your thoughts and prayers. They are working.