It just feels like it.
My children have 8 days of school left. Seriously? How did this happen?
I flew to NYC and appeared on Dr. Oz with fitness trainer Brett Hoebel - and then had the best month I've ever had as a Beachbody coach when three of my customers became coaches, and four new customers decided to do a Rev Abs challenge with me. I was flying high. I thought I might have finally arrived - I was so excited about what this would mean for us - that we might be able to BREATHE and enjoy life. And people were actually seeing me as a real coach - someone who could make a difference in their lives (which is the whole reason I do this....not for any kind of check).
Then my husband lost his job. It will be 2 weeks on Monday. I feel like the bottom dropped out of my world. We have NO idea what we're going to do. He hasn't stopped for a single moment. He's applied everywhere there is a job opening. His spreadsheet is ridiculous. I'm torn between being incredibly proud of him, and utterly depressed because I know that every new day is a day closer to our house payment being due.
It's terrifying. And then I have to decide whether to ask my parents for help. Tough knot to swallow when your dad has terminal cancer. You feel like YOUR pity party looks like a rainbow next to his.
And then play day comes to school. And for a few delightful hours, you forget that your life is messed up. Until you get home and realize you put sunscreen on your kids, but not you and you are a tomato. And at 11 pm, you also realize you are out of toilet paper. And kleenex. And paper towels. And the tears start flowing.
Yeah, it's been kind of like that.
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