Something's gotta give...then smile

Have you ever had one of those days when you just were ready to throw your hands up in the air and say the hell with it all? I know I have. I can remember in high school, having these big aspiring dreams and then...nothing. What went wrong? Or, right? I've always worked since I was 15. But here I am, almost 40, with five kids and a rap sheet of health conditions. Getting LTD from my job, waiting on a decision from SSDI. Applying for food stamps...something's gotta give.
So, my kids are aged 19, 16, 4, 3,2. Yep, 4, 3 and 2. What was I thinking? The 19 year old moved out, my 16 year old is being a...teenager. And my three little boys are, let's say, challenging.
But with every day of hearing screaming, crying and running along with my shortness of breath, palpitations, migraines, dizziness and back pain....there is a little glimmer of fireworks and rainbows. So, when my oldest son comes up to me out of the blue and hugs me and says, "I love you Mommy"...or when my husband tells me I'm the strongest woman he knows.......suddenly it's all worthwhile.
So here's my first blog, ever. What to write about? What do want to hear?
We are all the same, we have good days and bad days. We all want love, romance, money, friends, a supportive family, to be accepted and so on. Problem is life doesn't work out that way. Sometimes life IS a bowl of cherries for a select few. But for the majority of us, life is a bowl of...what?
Blog with me....let's talk about life, all of it. Don't hold back (respectfully).
Do you think your boss is a sexist pig?---Are you the victim of a hate crime or know someone who is?--How do you deal with racism?--Do you wish sometimes you could not be a mom for like 2 hours? Do you hate Republicans? Or Democrats? Do you hate how your hair will only grow to a certain length?-- Do you wake up in the morning and just lay in bed and cry for no reason?--Do you hate how your husband (or wife) nags or doesn't listen to you when you think you have something really important to say?
How is your life going? Tell me what kind of bowl life has given you today. Venting is good for the soul, believe me. Then, let's laugh about it. It gets better. It just has to. This blog is not just to help me, it's to help all of us. So read, type and weep...then smile.