Coming back from vacation has me feeling, well, blue.
Spending time with family, friends, the place I consider home…..it is just really hard to come back from something so great.
The only way I can compare the feeling is like the days following giving birth. You were on the highest of highs being pregnant and meeting your baby for the first time and then the shoe drops and you have a whirl wind of emotions, lack of happy hormones, and you’re wondering why you have a feeling of holding back tears all the time, (this is where a small violin would start playing).
First world struggles for sure…but still, very much real struggle.
Icing on the struggle bus cake is coming home to two sick puppies.
Rouix some how managed to tear the pad of his paw almost completely off.
Tulee is dealing with an infection on her ear, because she couldn’t be left out. I am reminded once again that dogs, like children, are A LOT of work!
Pitiful, aren’t they?! 😉
Before the people who watched them start feeling guilty again, (which they shouldn’t!) I know that my dogs as well as children are high energy, leap before think kind of beings and I fully expect each and every one of them to give me more than their fair share of grey hairs, (well, in my case…white hairs 😉 ).
Back to my whining and complaining.
I miss Wyoming.
Routine and every day life are so much more enjoyable in a place that is surrounded by mountains, rivers, blue sky, and plenty of wild critters to run along side of. Some day, hopefully sooner than later, we will be back there permanently.
I think it’s important to share these “ho-hum” moments so that everyone realizes that while I do have it VERY good, I have my less than stellar moments too; Facebook and Instagram have an uncanny knack of making people’s lives look like they’re all rainbows and sunshine, runs in beautiful places, and plates full of yummy food that are super healthy and pretty to boot. While all those things are great to see….they just aren’t reality. If only I could post a photo of me after an epic meltdown or my house after I decided that cleaning was less important than getting through my day with healthy, happy, and well fed kids.
I think my next post will be a “day in a life of run nelly run”…I won’t spare the photos of unwashed, tangled hair, cloths that have been run in too many times, kids who are half dressed and half naked, (I’m lucky if I can get anything on Trout), me eating whatever is left on my boy’s plates as a meal because we are busy running from one thing to the next….those days are what dreams are made of 😉
To end on a positive note….
I did manage to put together a great meal for tonight! it was full of color, flavor, and texture…the things I desire in a good meal.
Trout’s modified meal…toddler’s like food separate and in finger-food form.
Bodhi is starting to love salads as much as me! He still love’s his gluten free tenders and croutons and that’s okay with me.