
Ok. Lovely. Get those creatures up and somewhat moving and return to the shower where
you hope to enjoy some momentary silence. Crap! The razor is in the cabinet! Exit the shower, sopping wet, (towel is still in the linen closet)track water to cabinet and grab razor. Head back to shower. Resume shower. Cut ankle shaving.
It's 7 a.m.
Life is tough stuff.
Sometimes I feel like one of those lab rats scurrying through the maze to find the cheese. I keep running into things and getting turned around. I finally see the beloved cheesy prize clear in the distance and as I head towards it, some pretty, skinny, little yuppie mouse strolls from around the corner and snatches my reward. Nice. Back to the rat race.
So the Big Guy in charge, and by that I'm referring to God not Tucker, must have seen me banging into walls, because he has offered me a little "out" from the maze.
A couple of times a month, myself and some other ladies get together for a night of beer, friendship and giggles. We go to a local restaurant that has a bazillion types of beer, and as we sample, we laugh and get deep and laugh and eat, drink and laugh. This fellowship has been instrumental in helping me realize that perhaps life is not a rat race. It is a test and a challenge, but God gives us the tools we need to make it through.
So our little group has come to be known as B.O.B; that is Bonding over Beer. None of us have been friends very long but we have come together earnestly to support one another and relax. There is something so comforting in knowing that I am not alone in the craziness of motherhood, and that no matter how extreme a story I have to tell, there is usually someone who can top it.
So, tonight I am going to hang out with good 'ol Bob. It hasn't been too long but I sure did miss him!
Cheers!
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