Yesterday I almost killed myself. As a working mother I yearn to give my children as much of me as possible when time allows. As a mother who works a night shift, that desire becomes that much greater. I also have my own identity and goals. I mean, what good is a Queen who only wears one crown? Yesterday was one of those days that involved too many wardrobe changes. Responsible mom to fun mom to nature lover to concerned Aunt to punctual employee ending with gym rat on my lunch break. I had this bright idea to do a yoga move that used to be one of my favorites (pre-pregnancy that is). I returned to work so proud that I almost turned my shoulder stand into a plow pose.
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Whoop whoop! 5 minutes later I was nauseous. Then a headache blew in. And before I knew it I felt like I was dying a slow death. Ugggh, my body rebelled so outlandishly I wanted to curl up into a ball and beg for sleep to overcome me. But I'm a "G"! So I toughed it out and went crawling to my bed the next morning. Barely able to stand, I ordered my favorite pick me up from IHOP. Those Belgian waffles are to die for. Their vegetable omelet is alright (drowned in BBQ sauce and hot sauce). But that Belgian waffle....good Lord. Love it! It succeeded in being the pick me up that I needed. Thanks IHOP!
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