Week 2: A bit of reality

So this week has been hectic. Screaming sick children, little school girl drama, baby needed and got her shots, mommy with little to no sleep etc right. I was on our mama board yesterday and there was a post about a man who lost his job (and his wife too) and because they couldn't see further then their current situation, he decided to take the life of his two sets of twins, his eight year old, his wife and then himself. What a sad time for a lot of people. I guess the man didn't think to realize that his children were healthy, he probably had a beautiful wife and most importantly friends and family he could lean on in a time of crisis.

That has been something I have learned myself. Believe me that is hard to do let alone admit to, and do myself. I come from a long line of pride in the family, who doesn't right? Sometimes, we must swallow our pride to take the next step. That is what I did this last week. I spoke to my doctor about having PPD (Post Partum Depression) what I didn't realize was, our family, my dad's side, has a long line history of this. SO I am definitely glad I spoke up when I needed to.

Since starting this, I have spent so much more time with my kids, I feel like things have slowed down long enough for me to breath. Don't get me wrong, I know my problems aren't cured, but I am doing this one day at a time.

So enough about me, Raymond starts track this month, I am excited, this is his first school sport. Isabel, well we are contemplating on putting her in soccer versus cheer this year. We will see. Mia will start soccer in two more years, yes I am counting the years already! Miranda, well she is sick, poor babygirl, her and Mia have a head cold, right along with mama bear. I hope it passes soon. I'd like to get back to walking.

Thanks for reading, and to my friends who have given their support, thank you, because without your words of wisdom and support, I don't think I could've taken the first step.
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