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Thursday, July 15, 2010

Estrogen

Estrogen. It's a word that married men run from, single men google and then turn pale, and other women just look at you with sympathy and understanding. (Damion just asked me what Estrogen is.. then he said, is it some type of hormone imbalance?) HA!

It's what I've been dealing with this week. Sorry for the TMI you male readers... but it's the truth and it's making me weepy.

For instance, I'm a die hard fan of the show, "The Deadliest Catch" on the Discovery Channel. This past Tuesday was the day that they show Captain Phil Harris' passing. I teared up and then had to quickly look to the side before Damion could catch me and laugh.

Yesterday I teared up because nothing was on TV except some baseball thing on ESPN. No joke.

Then this morning I was talking to the girls about how Princess Newbie's birthday is only 15 days away and I cried. My baby is turning one. I will no longer have a baby. I might cry now. Look at the ceiling... stupid hormones.

Today we went to buy Princess Newbie a new car seat so that we can give the infant car seat to my sister for her baby girl due in November. (I suggested Bobbie as a name but I haven't heard back from them yet. I also suggested Bobniqua.. no word)  I'm not sure what happened at Babies R Us but somehow we got the car seat for 60$ less than the price that it was marked. I was amazed and flabbergasted. Then on the way home we saw a homeless woman asking for change. My plan was to just stare at my phone and ignore her but something reminded me of how extremely blessed I was by saving $60 on the car seat so I gave her some money. That's not the part that made me cry. What made me cry was when I pulled away Princess Girly Girl asked why I had given money to my friend. She didn't ask why I gave it to that woman, she said the word.. "my friend".  Quickly I corrected her and said, "she's not my friend, she's just a woman that doesn't have a home." That's when I started crying again. I had unknowingly gave my children a lesson about judgement.. wrong judgement. Why wasn't she my friend? I should have told them that I didn't know her but I would have liked to become her friend.. Which was the truth. She was a nice woman that didn't deserve any type of judgement. Maybe I'm reading too much into it.. maybe it's the hormones. But she's a woman, created and loved by the same God. So I cried again.

Tomorrow we're going to the Zoo. If you see a woman standing by the Tigers, just crying away... stop and say Hi because we're friends.. no matter what.

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2 Comments:

Blogger Robyn said...

Love it and understand. And you're funny;)

July 15, 2010 at 9:01 PM  
Anonymous Damion (husband to the hormone) said...

Man this blog thing is getting deep.

July 16, 2010 at 8:20 AM  

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