rebellion

8:15 am on a Thursday, in my robe, hair Medusa-esque, an icy coke for breakfast.

I decided to read my list of blogs that I follow this morning instead of "start my day". The coke tastes goooooooood!

The baby is eating his plate of scrambled eggs and mine, with two forks.

I let my 9yr old stay up and watch Ugly Betty last night. I tucked her in at 10:38...on a school night.

Spicy emails to my hubby when he works late.

Lunges while I brush my teeth, calf lifts while I blow dry.

Loving that my 8 yr old is saucy and sassy and sweetly sarcastic, able to hold her own with people twice her age.

Those are some of my rebellions.

Bored?

I grew up being told I was rebellious. While I knew deep down that it was not so I recently realized that it made me doubt my essence. Among other climates in the home I emerged with a distrustful view of myself.

That's why a coke for breakfast is my choice with a smile.... b/c today I want it!