It looks like Judah Maccabee threw up in my dining room. And I love it. Dreidels hang from the ceiling, menorahs are fully candled, Hanukkah is here.
So, I’m in the Target checkout line with my youngest, my sweet, angelic, perfect, Ruby. I say, “Ruby, say thank you to the Target lady, her name is Trish.” Ruby deadpans, “Your name sounds like trash.” I turn ruby-red, apologize profusely, and slink out of Target. OMG! Humility thy name is Motherhood.
For the first time ever, I mean ever, my house was too quiet on Thanksgiving.
I like to think I have a good perspective on my life…but then I meet with real adversity and once again get schooled on how much perspective matters.
If you really listen and pay attention to the stories and lessons of your life, you can find them. Click moments.
I got Botox. My 40-year tune up is officially underway. And you know what? It worked. I feel better.
After reading last week;s blog a good friend said, “I hope someday I get to read a happy blog from you.” He’s right, I’m a happy person. If you’ve listened to my show you know we laugh a lot. This blog is free therapy for me but I’d love to share a happy moment with you and I’d like to hear yours.
It happens. At least, it happens to me: Complete and utter loss of control of emotions, physicality and rationale. It happened last week.
I recently visited my family in New Jersey. N.J. will always feel like home to me and my family is great … most of the time. This time I had an interesting conversation with my mother that still plays over in my head.
So I went to get a massage today. My upper back is tied in knots and I can barely turn my neck. The therapist is late, she calls me the wrong name, I’m annoyed. I tell her exactly where it hurts, get on the table and she starts with the other side, I’m annoyed again.
So I atoned, I apologized, I prayed, I fasted. Now it’s time to set intentions to be better. There is no way I’m going to eat healthier, exercise more or be nicer (never gonna happen). So let’s get to the stuff I may actually have a shot at.
So today I had a moment. I was walking into the gym (late for yoga) and I bump into my husband’s mistress. Awkward. She stops in front of me, I stop, we are the only two people in the parking lot.
“I’m so lucky.” I actually said that this morning as I watched my three healthy kids get on the bus, drank coffee and folded their laundry.