Masochism

Today, to begin the first day of rest I’ve had since my best friend, and admittedly better half, went to California, I decided to make my children muffins for breakfast. My ego is apparently stuck on Supermom Or Die.

Now, I hurt beyond description. My muscles have become so fatigued from spasm that my hands tremble and I have the occasional large motor twitch. I’m reminded at this point to be thankful I do not also bear this level of non-control more often, and say a prayer for my friends who suffer Parkinson’s, Tourette’s and other evil forms of discombobulation.

So, in honor of loving my family despite what pain may come, and to acknowledge those who do the same, I dedicate this with love:

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