2 weeks down the rest of my life to go...

If I can make it through the past two weeks and still smile I have a feeling I will be just fine :) No I WILL be just fine!

One broken clutch, 2 broken brakes, no voice, four kids, 5 essays, cleaning and reorganizing my house, dump runs, kids class parties, play dates and rice krispie treats, picking money from money trees...

Now just to finish the two essays I have left to do by Sunday night and then 2 more weeks of book work and VOILA a 2 week break....... from school that it

Then onto psychosocial rehabilitation clinical for 8 weeks and in between that I have been given the opportunity to be flown to Vancouver for 3 days for mental health seminars :) and then Christmas.... Which the kids and I decorated for last week while listening to a barenaked holiday album, it brought our spirits up thats for sure.

We are just going to enjoy our nightly family meetings, Tuesday morning colored pancakes and Sunday night movies and cross our fingers it doesnt snow until after my appointment for tires that arnt bald as beanies.

Foreshadowing of One's Worth as a Mother

So I have been struggling with being able to 'do it all ' or the elusion that I have to ' do it all '. I preach that I love grass not asterturf, the fact that a couple(dozen) loads of unfolded laundry means I took my kids to the petting zoo, that token cookie cutter play group moms are not my style. Yet I feel like I am constantly under the dirt and not on top. I know I need to take my own advice and just chill, but sometimes like today, that is way easier blogged than accomplished.

Subject Switch

I have had the urge to write about a certain situation for sometime now....

Preview: I have always believed that if you put something out there-the universe- the universe will listen and then deliver. I have recently started to believe that when things are viualised, spoken of and written down they too will become reality.

Here goes.... A long long time ago(4 years) I was accused by my ex husband as being unfit and unable to care for my children I was served papers on my eldest sons 2nd birthday directly after his lightning mcqueen party. He took my children and I fought hard.

In BC when someone makes an accusation against you it is then up to you the accused to prove otherwise. I then spent the next 8 months of my existence proving I was and always had been a good mother. So where does one go when trying to prove their sanity?.... A Psychiatrist you say, well you are right, plus you need to be supervised by professionals who make a decision on you are a mother.

A couple weeks ago I was looking for Rylies birth certificate to register her for Kindergarden and I came across a paper from -none other than- Dr. Molineaux my Psychiatrist. This was his final report ,to the Judge. This is what the last few sentences said, keep in mind it was dated 4 years ago,

"Chelsea is a devoted mother who adores her children. She has shown over the past 8 months that her children are her priority and have always been. I aksed Chelsea where she sees herself in 5-10 years and she responded ' I see myself as a Psychiatric Nurse, and just being happy and enjoying my kids'. Chelsea is a mentally and physically healthy person who was wrongly accused."

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So where am I then 5 years from now?

enjoying my kids, trying not to loose my temper, loving my husband, trying to keep things in perspective, still snorting when I laugh, not liking my hips, butt and stomach oh and my arms, in school to beocme a psychiatric nurse, in awe that I have been blessed with such awesome kids.