I have been an absentee blogger, as usual.

Like everyone else on this planet, I have been busy.  I have been busy being a mom to two very active, sometimes overbooked kids.  I have been busy being a wife to a man who works too hard and too much. I have been busy being a teacher to a class of middle school students (no adjectives needed!) And I have been busy slowly slipping into the rut I now find myself in.  Whatever is going on with my autoimmune system and joints is seriously kicking my ass.

I did not really sleep all that well last night, but I decided to drive down to see my Nana today.  As the rain was coming down and the kids were yelling at one another about playing with some toy, “Something Just Like This” came on the radio.  I’ve been saying it’s my new favorite song for a couple of weeks now, but today, it felt different.

I have a full-time job, as does my husband. We have 2 kids, 2 dogs, 2 cats, 2 frogs and some fish.  We have conflicting schedules.  We have debt.  We have home repairs galore and no money to complete them.  We have cars that need fixing, tuition that needs paying, and groceries that need buying. On any given day, one or more of my joints may feel like they’re imploding. My new diagnosis is negatively impacting my older diagnosis, PCOS. My hormones are all over the place and my body doesn’t know whether it’s coming or going. Currently, my husband works nights and I work days.  We have baseball, track, soccer gymnastics, and drum lessons…this month!

I digress, but stick with me.  I promise that my rambling is somehow connected to my new favorite song.  My life is messy and tumultuous.  My house looks like a mini pet hair filled tornado sweeps through it daily.  My car looks like we live in it, because we kind of do. I’m sure that my family and friends feel neglected at times.  And, my brain is in a constant state of worry.

But…I love it all.  I love the chaos, the mess, the pain, the hugs, the tears, the giggles, the kisses, the arguments, the “I love yous,” the Something Just Like This.