Monday, February 25, 2013
You know when you dip your foot into the Lake and that quick little dip sends these siren-like screams yelling, "Holy crap are you freakin' kidding me. Your youngin's so lied about the temp!"?
You already knew that. You are their mother after all.
What to do? What to do? What to do?
I think revenge is perfect. I know it's a dish best served cold and better if not at all, but, we can't end our story here. No.
Girlfriend your girlzone will climb up and slap you if you do that slow walk-in, get familiar stuff...that's later once you've climatized. You gotta get fully wet, pronto and swim like Nemo and dunk those kids.
On the count of...
**E*P*I*C** warning splash and screams...not from your brain or girlzone (they're in shock and adjust surprisingly quickly to the abuse), no the screams are from the precious youngin's swimming for their lives.
This my friends is an analogy. You know when you feel like you're so so NOT looking forward to something that needs to be done, like taking revenge on your self-abuse and claiming that victory of joy that belongs to you when you treat yourself as you're supposed to? It's freakin' hard. THat's when you DO NOT weigh all of your storms and think about the proper revenge protocol, youown the mission and you bring it.
OWN it. BRING it and make 'em scream.