Putting it all in perspective...

So I'm sitting here this afternoon annoyed. The crap with my mom and her "PTSD" is enough to send me into a tail spin. On top of that, my chiropractor called out sick and my toddler is being unbearable. To pass the time before I need to go to the store I was poking around on Facebook. To be perfectly honest I have NO clue who half the people on my page are, but I saw that someone posted a link to a blog page. Me being the Nosy Rosie I am, I decided to read it.

This is the page I just read... http://laylagrace.org/?p=448 ... let me tell you, it puts my "bad" day in perspective. I couldn't imagine for one minute living if Ozzy was dying. Anyone who knows me knows that she is the epicenter of my universe. She absolutely is my reason for living and I'm ok with that. I really don't know what I would do if she got sick. My grandma dying was VERY hard on me, but she wasn't my daughter.

I read that post with tears pouring down my face. I know I'm guilty of wishing she'd be quiet, wishing she'd just go to her room and give me 5 minutes without a toddler up my butt. My heart breaks for Layla's mom and for my own guilt. I think it's only natural to gripe about our children but I think I will gripe a bit less, hug her just a bit tighter, smother her in kisses a little more and just watch in amazement. She's gotten so big and she's so smart... too smart... but she's this amazing little person. I can't take for granted that I have this beautiful, healthy baby girl. Not so much a baby, she'll be 3 next month but still. Even when she's 50 she will still be my baby...