Do you have a guilty pleasure?
I have a few (in no particular order and do not judge):
- Cheddar Cheese popcorn with a Cherry Coke (editor’s note – 😳)
- Spray Tans
- Double Stuff Oreos (and yes, I lick the icing first and then eat the cookie side)
- Bamboo Candles
- Ridiculously long HOT showers
- Reality TV (including ALL shows on Bravo, E, and select shows on MTV)
This weekend I binge-watched the latest season of ‘Teen Mom: OG’ on MTV. I’ve been a fan of this show since way back when (over 10 years), and have followed all of the ladies in their drama-filled lives.
In one of the episodes, Tyler, a teen dad who gave his daughter up for adoption, is discussing the struggles both his father and sister face with addiction. Tyler’s mom comments that he takes on everyone else’s problems and eventually he is going to break.
“Everybody has a breaking point,” she said.
Two years ago, to the week, I hit a breaking point — literally.
Between running a business full-time, and being a full-time mom, with two toddlers and a newborn, my patience had started to run thin. I was tired, stressed, and my fuse was short. One afternoon I was taking a hot shower (my escape) and the little boys were playing in their room. Boppy, who was just four months old, was asleep. My other half was outside cutting the grass.
I should have known better than to try to take a shower with the little ones running around in their rooms, but I did anyway. When the door slamming begun, I started yelling, 1. because I didn’t want them to slam their fingers, and 2. because I didn’t want them to wake the baby.
They didn’t listen and then I lost it — my impatience and temper got the best of me. I flew out of the shower to yell and tripped and landed on the bathroom floor. I heard it. I felt it.
S.O.S. – MOM DOWN.
I broke my elbow.
For the next two months, this momma had to wear a cyborg style brace on her left arm (and try to breast feed). It was… not fun.
To this day, my elbow isn’t right. It aches when it’s cold and I can’t extend it as far as I used to. My elbow now serves as a constant reminder to ‘check myself before I wreck myself.’
And a good thing, too.
With four little ones, my plate is fuller than ever. Thankfully, I learned from my breaking point. I’ve turned a weakness into a strength. And (I hope) I’m a better mom (and person) for it.