Another day of doctor’s appointments. Awesome. BUT… I get to see my dad. That’s always a plus. 🙂
Everyone has demons,
Clawing through their brains.
Ripping at our sanity
Causing us to feel insane.
Ignore the greedy bastards
The attention they seek will kill
The mood you’re in or the joy you feel
Just to get a thrill.
Ignoring them is easy
But they never go away
Time heals all wounds? Ha!
That phrase is child’s play.
Time is what they’re after
Robbing you of life
Taking away happiness
And leaving you with strife.
So when these demons surface
And they tend to linger,
Sit back and think of all the good
And give them your middle finger.
Don’t let them win!
This is your time to live
They have no place to go
So a place to stay, don’t give.
Kick them out I say
No matter what it may take
If you let them in deep enough
It’s your soul that’s at stake.
Be gone with the demons
Set happiness free
To roam through the spaces
Those demons might be.
Don’t give up the fight
No matter how hard
It is your mind and soul
And YOU are in charge.
Good night fellow bloggers… from one who knows best.
Put your worries away and your head down to rest.
Until next time…
Okay, so I wanted to keep today lighthearted and funny. I tried, with the whole yawing thing, but that was an epic failure, but that’s okay. I’ve got an even better story for you now.
My son had a dentist appointment this afternoon. I’m TERRIFIED of thunderstorms. On our way to the dentist, I see the clouds growing darker and think “Shit! I’ve left ALL of the windows open in the apartment! My place is going to be soaked when we get home.”
After the appointment, we drive through the small town of Ravena, NY to see flashing lights everywhere. Power lines and trees down everywhere. Did I mention that I really don’t like thunderstorms? Now I’m driving right into one. Awesome.
I decide to go into the local coffee shop to pick up a coffee and something for my son to snack on. Lightning all around us. I’m 35 years old. I had a C-section (That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.) Well, my son, who is well aware of my anxiety level runs over to my side and says “It’s okay mom. I got you.” We both see the flash, I close my eyes and just wait for the thunder. Well this was thunder on steroids!! My son’s eyes went directly to my crotch. “You peed a little didn’t you?” I just nodded my head to confirm, and got us out of there as quickly as possible. *The startled jump caused a tiny bit of urine to escape the safety of my bladder.* (I used to work there, so all the employees always want me to sit down and catch up). Nope. Not today. Gotta go! And I mean, I REALLY have to go. I’d be mortified if any of them knew what had just happened.
We run through the downpour, get home, close all the windows and as I’m cleaning myself up, my son cleans all the windowsills. God I love this kid. Now he’s playing his playstation and I’m typing this for all of you fine people to read, just waiting for the next round of storms that should be arriving within the next 45 minutes. Clean underwear already out and ready…
And for the record, I got through ALL of this without a single Xanax! I AM AWESOME!! I got this! (With the help of my son of course…)
Until next time…
~Kate… the only 35 year old who still pees her pants when she’s startled.