My Storm

A Story by Meags

Introduction

We all have a story, we all have some where we came from, right? We have suffered the consequences for our actions, reaped the rewards for the choices we make everyday. The works. But nobody tells you the bad parts of their day, their week, how sometimes somedays are just down right s****y. (Excuse my language.) But its true. Not everything is rainbows and butterflies.

I have had good days, I have had bad. To start of my 2018 year well, it hasn't been ideal. It has been quite miserable actually. So, back story. Are you ready?

I am married, I have three beautiful children. 8, 4, and 2. I would like to be able to say everything is great and its the picture perfect life. A fairytale. I have the perfect husband with a perfect job, my kids they are oh so perfect, and I have the perfect home. But, that would all be a lie. What is true though and what is perfect, is my storm, my story.

Really to me though, my kids are perfect. (Like any mom would say). They drive me absolutely bat s**t crazy, they make somedays a living hell. And when you want to run away and hide the only place you can go is the bathroom, and pray they dont open that shower curtain to see you crouched down and hididng from them. If they find you, you better be quick with a reason as to why you are in there and why they couldnt find you, or it will turn into a game of hide and go seek, ha.

Its my storm.