Page About Me

I wanted to start a page about my day, I have been seeing so many pages about individual struggles and I just want to be able to open up like that it seems very therapeutic. In my search to find some inspiration I decided to visit some fellow scrappers blogs. Well what I found out was while I have been wallowing in my own self pity my friends have been facing many challenges and they have enough courage to share thier struggles with the rest of the world so we can learn from them or know we are not alone. My scrap buddy Lisa has been working so hard on her book and recently found out her the printing company she is using to print the book is filling for bankruptcy, this project has been so important to her and my heart goes out to her, but knowing Lisa she already has a plan B in the works she is so strong and a inspiration to me http://ethnicscrapbooking.typepad.com. Then I checked out Taniesh blog and found out she recently had a miscarriage and actually entered a contest and submitted a beautiful layout about her experience. Her words are so beautiful and honest and the layout just speaks to me www.tanisharenee.blogspot.com. Thank you Lisa and Taneisha for sharing.

So my challenge this week is a page about me, my many struggles and many blessings.

Journaling:

Today was a crazy day work was very busy but I love my new job so even busy days are great days. My mom is visiting for the week so I decided it would be nice to go for a walk. The boys wanted to ride their bikes and of course Shadow wanted to come too. What started out as a nice idea me, mom, and the kids taking a nice spring walk quickly took a turn for the worst. Marques decided to ride his bike down a hill and fell. He had a few scraps but nothing serious of course he refused to get back on the bike and cried all the way home screaming " ITS GOING TO FALL OFF", ITS BLEEDING!!!" he was talking about a little scratch on his finger. Then as if things could get any worst as I dragged the bike, Marques, and the dog home a teenager runs over to me screaming that his friend broke his finger of course I screamed when he showed me the finger WHAT A GREAT MOM I AM!! he looked at me annoyed and ran over to a mom who could actually help. It wasn't until I got home that I realized that I had on my medical scrubs so this young man must have thought I was a doctor or nurse but all I did was scream. Which brings me to the whole point of my story I know I am a mom but today I just don't feel like one. What kind of mom lets her son ride his bike down hills, what kind of mom screams at a injured child, what kind of mom lets her son watch TV when he should be studying, what kind of mom lets her teenagers run all over her, what kinda moms feeds her kids mash potatoes for dinner, what kinda of mom lets her 4 year old go to be at 6:00 pm with no dinner, what kinda of mom scrapbooks and blogs when and they have children to take care off, WHAT KINDA OF MOM AM I????

WOW THAT FELT GOOD NOW I NEED A PICTURE