The history of the struggle bus goes way back for this girl. My husband used to call me “Murphy” as in Murphy’s Law when we were in high school. At times, I’ve also been called “Grace” as an ironic nod to my clumsiness 🙄. It seems that every single day has a moment where I just have to sigh and say “seriously?!?” in reference to my unfortunate circumstances.
For instance, this week alone, my car was hit in a Hobby Lobby parking lot hit & run, my baby is teething and an absolute monster, and my dog puked enough to fill a football stadium and almost died. (She’s fine now btw…the dog. The baby is definitely still moody)
I suppose the point in me complaining about this nonsense is to demonstrate the constant knot in my stomach that is my life. This blog has become somewhat cathartic for my stress but I feel like I need to break this string of bad luck somehow. I mean, was I just a shitty person in a past life? What the hell? If anyone that stumbles across this post has any thoughts on ways to attract positivity, please share. Until then, I’m going to try every superstition, horoscope, rabbit’s foot, and four leaf clover to make me feel less like a chronic hot mess.
Daily Struggle Bus 
I’ve been a mom for over 16 years. The struggle is still there, you just learn to roll with the punches, most of the time. The struggles you have with teenagers will make you wish for them to be teething babies again.
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Meditate girl! I know what you’re thinking. “Didn’t this lady just read all about my struggles and baby and dog?” Yes. Buuuut, start with like five minutes a day where you try to either focus on something positive (that’s one method) or where you don’t focus on anything at all (which is another method).
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