Today I’m a Worried Mom

I’ve come to accept the fact that my daughter has seizures. It’s just one of the characteristics of Rett Syndrome. But every time she has one, I worry.

This morning, I was cleaning her up after breakfast before school. Just a few minutes before her bus pulled up, she started having a seizure. I was worried because of the episode. I was worried because the bus was waiting. I was worried because I still needed to get my son to school early.

After a very stressful time, I was extremely pleased to see her smile and squeal with delight at her video. Once again, I was reminded that she’s much stronger and resilient that she appears to be. Hat’s off to my daughter and hat’s off to our neighbor who willingly dropped my son off at school.

Today I’m a Morning Runner

Ok, I typically like to run in the morning. But today, it was something.

I set the alarm last night for 5:30 (which is actually 5:20, but that’s another story). I knew I needed to get out there early to run my 30 minutes and have time to eat, coffee, shower and head out to work. My husband and kids have the day off and will likely be sleeping in.

Anyway, I heard my alarm. Hit snooze. Open my eyes to see 5:39. Which means, it’s really 5:29, I had already hit the snooze once and if I hit it one more time it will only be 5:48 (or 5:38 real time). Then it hit me… “I get to run today!”

That’s all it took for me to get up, dressed and out the door by 5:47 (yes, real time) for an unseasonably warm 30-minute run. Looking forward to the rest of the day!

Today I’m a Winter

When I looked at my wardrobe today, my teal turtleneck in particular, I was oddly reminded of the color analysis phase of the 80s. I remember “having my colors done” when I was probably in junior high. And being incredibly disappointed that I was a “Spring.”

I didn’t like the colors in the spring swatch — salmon and yellow among them. I wanted to be a “Winter” with bold purples, magentas and greens. That said, I was never very fashion conscious so it didn’t make much difference in the end. In fact, I believe I have a number of school pictures that have me in colors very wrong for a “Spring.” There’s one in a gray blouse, another in a pale pink oxford and a third with a bright magenta sweater that makes my face look incredibly red.

Oh well. It doesn’t really matter now that I have a job in advertising where black is the go-to “color.”