I'm starting to freak out again. When it happens Eric always warns, "here comes the snowball gaining speed down the hill again, Kate." Doom. One little thing leads to another and another and before you know it I've blown the smallest things into huge deals. I've kept the snowballs at bay for a good season or two but apparently the skies have grown gray and it's starting to happen again. I was horrid to the kids today (and I was not with them all day by any means), I'm starting to worry about my health again, and I do not even want to elaborate on my thoughts about my weight and appearance. What happened? It's been an overall good yet busy summer. Trip to see friends, week at the beach, visit from my mom, loads of fun camp sessions for the kids, new clients and new projects. Things with Eric could not be better. What went wrong? Perhaps I've piled my plate too full? Not exhaled enough? Or maybe I'm just simply having a few of those days (let's hope). I'll start with the trip to the beach. 
The coastal town of Seabrook, WA is quintessential. 
It looks like a quaint New England village right out of Nantucket or Martha's Vineyard. 
The scene is complete with 1940's beach cruisers,
charming cottages, and happy, relaxed families chatting with neighbors on their front porches or enjoying happy hour in front of the fire 
or in each home's outdoor hot tub. How I wish I had more pics but the camera lens froze on day two of the trip and therefore, we were camera-less. For me that's torture! Anyway, the idyllic setting lost its flair for me about four days in to the trip when I damaged my foot so badly (still no clue what I did) that I wound up in the ER for five hours while our friends who came to spend the weekend with us wound up babysitting our kids and making all the meals. (Quick side note-I saw my dr. back in Seattle on Mon. who feared I had a bone infection. The foot was so swollen which made the x-rays tough to decipher just what I did to the side and bottom of my foot BUT I am 7 days in now and I was able to put on a shoe today--all will be well). Somehow my foot injury made me panic that there was something very wrong with me health-wise--how could I be in such pain over just a pulled or torn tendon? My mind wandered again and I felt myself going back to my paranoid place. Business has been super. I signed on new clients and took on new projects. Too much too soon on top of my company's current workload though if truth be told. I was tied to my laptop the first three days of vaca due to a big media blitz happening. Not relaxing. So here I am back to the grind--too many balls being juggled I guess. Nothing really wrong at all and terribly guilt ridden about how I was to the girls today. I flipped out on Olivia first thing this morning when she called me "evil" for packing her camp bag. "EVIL???" I snapped. "Evil is if someone were to come in here right now and shoot me --now THAT would be evil. Calling your mom evil for packing your bag for camp is certainly not evil---are you crazy?" Or am I? And yes, I did give that example of someone shooting me. ugh. I will spare you the details of yelling at Audrey in the shoe department tonite. I have a client doing a "back to school" fashion segment on TV tomorrow--we planned for six kids of various ages to wear various styles from three different types of stores (specialty boutique, department store, and a resale store) and do it all in a four minute window of time. That's overwhelming enough yet when the girls and I showed up after swim lessons today to do the run through there were 10 kids in four groups all dressed and ready for prime time. I thought six was stretching it...Shortly after that scene was when I had my shoe department tantrum. The kids are asleep, Eric (thankfully for him) is at a concert, I have loads of work to do so no time to worry about my health, weight, and how crappy a mom I've been. Tomorrow is a new day and hopefully my snowball will begin melting rather than pick up steam although my mother-in-law arrives for ten days, my dad is going in for surgery after a cancerous lump was found, and Olivia's 8th birthday party is this weekend complete with a trip to Libby Lu and Red Robin with 7 girls...exhale...
The coastal town of Seabrook, WA is quintessential. It looks like a quaint New England village right out of Nantucket or Martha's Vineyard. The scene is complete with 1940's beach cruisers, charming cottages, and happy, relaxed families chatting with neighbors on their front porches or enjoying happy hour in front of the fire or in each home's outdoor hot tub. How I wish I had more pics but the camera lens froze on day two of the trip and therefore, we were camera-less. For me that's torture! Anyway, the idyllic setting lost its flair for me about four days in to the trip when I damaged my foot so badly (still no clue what I did) that I wound up in the ER for five hours while our friends who came to spend the weekend with us wound up babysitting our kids and making all the meals. (Quick side note-I saw my dr. back in Seattle on Mon. who feared I had a bone infection. The foot was so swollen which made the x-rays tough to decipher just what I did to the side and bottom of my foot BUT I am 7 days in now and I was able to put on a shoe today--all will be well). Somehow my foot injury made me panic that there was something very wrong with me health-wise--how could I be in such pain over just a pulled or torn tendon? My mind wandered again and I felt myself going back to my paranoid place. Business has been super. I signed on new clients and took on new projects. Too much too soon on top of my company's current workload though if truth be told. I was tied to my laptop the first three days of vaca due to a big media blitz happening. Not relaxing. So here I am back to the grind--too many balls being juggled I guess. Nothing really wrong at all and terribly guilt ridden about how I was to the girls today. I flipped out on Olivia first thing this morning when she called me "evil" for packing her camp bag. "EVIL???" I snapped. "Evil is if someone were to come in here right now and shoot me --now THAT would be evil. Calling your mom evil for packing your bag for camp is certainly not evil---are you crazy?" Or am I? And yes, I did give that example of someone shooting me. ugh. I will spare you the details of yelling at Audrey in the shoe department tonite. I have a client doing a "back to school" fashion segment on TV tomorrow--we planned for six kids of various ages to wear various styles from three different types of stores (specialty boutique, department store, and a resale store) and do it all in a four minute window of time. That's overwhelming enough yet when the girls and I showed up after swim lessons today to do the run through there were 10 kids in four groups all dressed and ready for prime time. I thought six was stretching it...Shortly after that scene was when I had my shoe department tantrum. The kids are asleep, Eric (thankfully for him) is at a concert, I have loads of work to do so no time to worry about my health, weight, and how crappy a mom I've been. Tomorrow is a new day and hopefully my snowball will begin melting rather than pick up steam although my mother-in-law arrives for ten days, my dad is going in for surgery after a cancerous lump was found, and Olivia's 8th birthday party is this weekend complete with a trip to Libby Lu and Red Robin with 7 girls...exhale...
The week was fabulous. Our friends have a "mansion" --at least compared to our home! The pool, home theatre, cocktails poolside, our own "wing"--it rocked. Mary and I had massages and pedicures and the "princes" enjoyed their time together. 
Oh, the Mexican food! And Scott's HOMEMADE goodies (cakes, frosting, salad dressing, croissants even!)
and the nights singing karaoke
entertaining us with talent shows
and eventually ---crashing!
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