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erin

I'm Erin Jo. I'm thinking, writing, dreaming, mothering, loving, living, praising, BLESSED to be Fiona to my Shrek and Mommy to my four amazing kiddos.

dave

dave

Shrek is "like an onion with many layers" but has a heart of gold. He's my husband and my friend, and we just get better all the time.

lily

lily

Lily is my first baby and only girl. She's smart, funny, tall and kind. Keeping up with this girl is a challenge and a joy. She's terrific!

max

max

Max is one part ogre, two parts lover and all boy! Our little man has a temper but gives the best hugs of anyone I know!

colby

colby

Colby is as ornery as he looks. He flirts shamelessly, even with strangers. He's all mouth and curls and the loudest by far.

luke

luke

Luke is the baby of the family, but holds his own. He's happy and adorable. And he's a terrible sleeper. =)

Not the Only Ship on the Ocean

Momma and Friday’s birthday boy on a better day than today!
Photo courtesy of the lovely Jennifer Duskey

I have been writing this post in my head all day, but words escape me now. I do know I’ve had one of those days where I’ve wanted to step outside of myself. I’ve wanted to get away from myself, my troubles. I’ve wanted to be somebody else.

I’ve never loved you, January. Never.

In the past five days, this house has seen a burst ear drum with four-day long dripping, three sore throats, a urinary tract infection and the stomach virus. On top of the endless laundry and dishes, there’s a funky smell in the kitchen. I haven’t found it yet. But I do admit to cleaning the fridge like a mad woman today on a crazy, sudden whim. Oh, and then I pulled the stove out all by myself to sweep up the dust bunnies in search of the offender. I’ve bleached the trashcan and the counter, twice. If I had it my way, I’d have enough time and energy this very second to be dissecting the mess under the sink, examining the contents of the freezer and prepping the whole kitchen for that beautiful shade of robin’s-egg blue paint. But first, I must find that smell.

Alas, I’m sitting here, struggling to write. Because something has taken my mojo and left a funk instead. I’m feeling it at work, on the volleyball court, on this laptop. I’ve somehow allowed myself to be backed into this corner, where things seem a little more hopeless and out of my control.

But I’m turning a corner. I’m not going to take this lying down. I’m changing my mind right here and right now.

And I’m going to give a shout out to Zac Brown, who crooned to me earlier as I did the dishes for the third time today. He told me, yes me, that I’m not “the only ship out on the ocean.” Furthermore, “Save your strength for things that you can change / Forgive the ones you can’t / You gotta let ‘em go.”

I see you, January 24. And I bid you farewell!

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