Grumpy Hump Day!

The rain has no business being this relentless on a Wednesday.

I'm usually the person who romanticises rain. But today, I detest it. 

I reached home all drenched in this godforsaken rain at 6AM, after a very exhausting early morning gym session. The gumpiness has stuck with me since.

Not to mention, a to-do list that seems to grow faster than I can cross things off, both professional and personal. It just feels like the universe piling on. 

Ughh.. Hump day is definitely living up to every bit of its miserable reputation. I hate hump days!

I was in high spirits yesterday. Two of my kids are trying out for the school team. And I couldn't believe the enthusiasm in them. To be honest, when they asked to be signed up, almost three months ago, I did just because I didn't have the energy to argue with them, classic tired-parent move. 

But I had no idea how much they truly wanted to do it. After the first session last evening, watching them come home, exhausted, legs heavy, faces flushed, but absolutely buzzing with excitement. They gave everything they had in that first session, and they came back not defeated by the exhaustion, but somehow lifted by it. That particular kind of tired that only comes from doing something that truly matters to you. And I couldn't have been prouder of my two!

Whether they make the team or not is almost beside the point now. In my eyes and in my heart, they are already champions. But if they do get selected, I know what that means: hectic schedules, chaotic evenings, packed weekends, and calendar Tetris becoming a permanent lifestyle. And honestly? Bring it on!!!

Because isn't that the unspoken agreement we made when we brought these little humans into the world? That we would show up, fully, repeatedly, and without conditions, for the things that light them up?

I promised to be their lifelong cheerleader and support squad. And that's not the kind of promise I take lightly.

Everything else can wait.

If I'm being honest, writing this today was a selfish act.

I needed something, anything, to pull my attention away from the avalanche of things demanding it. And this did the trick. Somewhere between complaining about the rain and gushing about my kids, the Wednesday gloom lifted just enough to breathe.

There's so much more rattling around in my head that I want to put into words. Thoughts, observations, feelings, all jostling for space, half-formed and impatient. But today they remain exactly that. Scrambled fragments, not quite ready to be anything coherent yet. And that's okay. They'll find their way out when the time is right.

For now, I'm just counting down the hours until Wednesday waves goodbye.

Because Thursday? Thursday already feels like a fresh start. And so much closer to Friday!

And before I go. For anyone who needed the clarification. Hump day is Wednesday. The middle of the week. Just saying!

Thanks for reading my scattered, rain-soaked, mum-brained thoughts. Until next time.