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Pull 'Em Up, Babe

I've come to the conclusion that life was never meant to be lived in massive chunks of time. The funny thing with starting to come to terms with having an autoimmune disease is, you can't plan too far ahead, you can't assume you'll be up to the task, and you can't live in the world of a "disease" and wallow there.  So as my cowboy uncle would always tell, "pull 'em up, Babe" (insert whatever you wish, cause he meant it: bootstraps, big girl panties, etc). I've been "pulling" them up quite frequently lately and noticing how much more I'm noticing the SMALL moments. What do I mean? Well, for example, yesterday my nine year old daughter curled up on the couch with me while I slept and stroked my legs while we watched Ghost Town Gold" (a Netflix Western version of American Pickers ). It's not in my goal as a mom to spend hours on a couch vegging to the television with my kid. But now it's a small moment. S...

Bad Mom Syndrome

Ok fine. I wanted to be all organized with my blog this year, post great book reviews, author interviews and be relevant to you as readers. Fact of the matter is, I just keep thinking about post topics that are more like diary entries. My life ... my struggles. And, who wants to read that? But, in case you do ... LOL! Today it's the attack of the Bad Mom Syndrome. See, for those of you who don't know, I have Lyme disease. Which, in and of itself, sounds to this Midwesterner like an excuse. Because, isn't that what silent, autoimmune diseases sort of pro-create as? Invisible maladies? And Lyme? It's from a stinkin' tick, people. So here. Take your meds, eat this apple, call your doc, and get back to work. The problem is--get ready here for my non-scientific explanation--sometimes you catch Lyme too late and then it mimics a motley-crew of Lupus, MS, and other assorted neurological issues that make me a walking grenade of health issues. With the pin pulled. So i...