Mami Mondays: A Jumble of Words

My blog turned 4 yesterday (though technically it's today since I didn't publish my first post til after midnight).  I think this is the first year where I don't have anything planned. Well, I lie. It's the first year that I don't already have something set up and ready to go. Why you ask? Work - you guys know I am a campaign fellow over at MomsRising, right? The work keeps me passionate, busy and engaged. Who knew I was an activist?

My life - the move has totally and completely uprooted me. Physically, spiritually and mentally. I'm trying hard to plant myself in my new space, create boundaries for those around me and generally set my foundation back up to continue life and pursuing all of the dreams in my heart.

My child - I have stories about something awesome or something hard every day. Most times I share them with you. Either on the FB page, on Instagram or Twitter (shame on you if you do not follow - #MamiGuilt). I even recount some via text to some of the other Mamis. Because there's nothing funnier than texting a Mami after bedtime with "girl, she told me to tell you that your child did {insert random innate and not at all serious doingness that kids to}" and then hearing their side of the story.

She keeps me busy. There are serious conversations as well. The kind that you pray will stick to her psyche and subconsciously bloom into the foundation strong enough to carry the weight of a confident girl. More on this later on this week as I continue the Raising a Badass Girl series.

Reading sight words, doing math, engaging her in all matters of the world (science, culture, philosophy, religion, etc) and still having ticklefests and cuddle time.

Couple all of that with feeling horribly lonely at times (keeping it real, y'all) and what you have is the perfect storm causing me to get wordically constipated. Most days I say oh! I gotta write about {insert awesome topic/idea here} and then when I sit at my desk at the end of the day, nothing comes out. Mostly because I have forgotten my awesome thought/idea.

I still hold strong to the hope that my brain will recall each and every thing that it comes up with. Apparently delusion is part of mami brain.

And, can I just chat with you about my uterus for a second? Well, not my uterus. Rather, the Lupron therapy the runaway endometriosis has placed me under. Here's the list of the side effects: hot flashes (flushing), increased sweating, night sweats, tiredness, headache, upset stomach, breast changes, acne, joint/muscle aches, depression, sleep problems (insomnia), memory problems, reduced sexual interest, vaginal discomfort/dryness, vaginal bleeding, swelling of the ankles/feet, increased urination at night, or dizziness. And I don't think that's the entire list.

Suffice it to say, I'm like halfway through the side effects and it's just my 2nd month on the medication. The worst part is? Most days I totally forget that all that is going on and I am extra hard on myself. Then I remember: show yourself some grace. I breathe. I realize I am here for something bigger than stress.

So I decided to just write. Whatever hits my head, because I miss just letting it all out on here. Because that's what I originally wanted to do four years ago. Share a little of my experience with you. My thoughts, my opinions, my journey. I might have a fun giveaway for you guys in honor of my 4th. But really, it's my blogoversary so shouldn't you buy me a case, I mean a cake or something?

Here's hoping your week is full of peace, laughter and words.