today is not my day. period. i want to start over: this time, taylor's missing tennis shoe will be right where all of her other shoes are. and i will not have thrown a tantrum looking for it 5 minutes before we were supposed to be leaving for cheerleading camp. and my house would not look like a bomb went off b/c i dumped all of our toy baskets out fanatically looking for that one silly shoe....i didn't find the shoe and we were late to the first day of camp. tay is use to it. the first day of ballet, she had to go shoeless b/c i couldn't find her ballet shoes. i constantly beat myself up on why i am that mom. i hate it.
*images courtesy of where the sidewalk begins, sun in bed, hooked on houses, decor pad
my husband and one of his good friends had spent the last 18 weeks training for the chicago marathon. we were suppose to be in chicago this last week with two other couples....ironically, all of us lost our homes during the flood.