Today I cried over chicken strips.

I am not joking or exaggerating. I was sitting in a hospital room with my nearly-two-year-old. He has electrodes covering his head. He is cranky and clingy. We are going to be here a couple of days. He hates being here. I can't let him run loose like I normally do. We are 3 hours from home. It is pretty much a horrible situation. The nurses here are AMAZING. They are the women you absolutely want to be there when you are in the hospital. Sadly, the food service is not spectacular. The food is great (when we get what I asked for). I never got what I asked for. Not one time during our stay, did I get the correct food the first time. This is frustrating. Probably not the real issue, but here I am, sobbing like a toddler. I am exhausted. My kid is too. I just want some chicken strips for my little boy. Neither of us have slept. We are in a strange place. We are uncomfortable... and bored... and lonely. Can we just get the food we ordered!?
I would like to say that this is an isolated incident. I would like to say that I don't cry randomly over little things like chicken strips. I could tell you that, but it would be a lie; a bold-faced lie. Sometimes life kicks your ass! There is not really a good way to express that kindly. Life is hard and sometimes it all piles up! Sometimes you have to cry over chicken strips... or the grocery store is out of your favorite chocolate bar (or energy drink!).
You don't have to have kids to experience this. It all adds up. Josh and I parent differently. My ex-husband has his own opinions that are often different than mine. I applied for a job recently. Keep in mind, I have been a stay-at-homer for a very long time. I found a job opening that I would LOVE to have. If I were offered this position, I would be working with teen addicts. This is something I have always been passionate about. The point is, the suspense is killing me! It is making me cry over ridiculous nonsense. My daughter tried to wear capri pants and a sleeveless shirt to school. There is snow on the ground. She ignored me when I told her to change. I burst into tears. Tuesday, three of my girls had school activities. By the beginning of the third, I was so frazzled that my son and I were both in tears... in public.
There are worse things than the tears. Pretty much every person that reads this is going to know what I am talking about. It isn't hard to get overwhelmed with all you have going on in your life. There is probably a way to avoid getting stressed enough to cry. Most of us don't take the proper time or care of ourselves in this department.
The moral here is this: Don't be ashamed of the tears BUT find little ways to let go of the stress. Do something nice for yourself. Do it every day if you can. Be kind to yourself and show others kindness. You never know who has cried over chicken strips today.

Thanks for reading!!