me and my boys

Saturday, September 26th, 2009

I have had a rough couple of days at work. I’m getting to the point where I’m running out of “tough” days.

Some people have said that they can’t believe how strong I am to come to work everyday and be able to function, let alone seem happy. Well, today I was done being strong. I cried on a coworker’s shoulder and in my boss’ office. I guess I shouldn’t expect myself to be able to handle every day perfectly, right?

I’m just sick and tired of people complaining about things that are meaningless in the grand scheme of life. We all have things in our lives that are hard and stressful but come on, people. Having to work a “late” shift (ending at 5:30) every 3 weeks is not the end of the world. And the fact that not EVERYONE has to do it… oh, the horror!

Now, I have to say that I have never enjoyed the types of people who have the attitude of “you think you have it bad, listen to what I have to deal with” but yesterday and today I was getting that attitude. I realize that whatever happens in your life that’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to deal with is a big deal to you. But if a shift at work is the worst thing about your life – consider yourself BLESSED! I remember the days when not getting to go out with the girls or getting that pair of shoes or finding out someone talked about me behind my back or being told I had to clock out to pump my breastmilk was the worst thing I had to deal with. But those days are long gone and now I realize how small and petty all of it was in comparison to the big picture. Now things like cancer and death and divorce and depression are happening to me and my friends and I have found I have little tolerance for people who whine about work not being fair.

Whew, sorry. I had to let that out. Hope it didn’t sound like a bunch of gibberish but it was more therapeutic than informational.

So, to the title of this post… it is the way I’m getting through this. Sitting on the couch with my boys watching a funny movie in our sweatpants on a cool, rainy fall night. What a great way to get back to what’s really important.

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2 Responses to “me and my boys”

  1. Sharleen Says:

    I totally agree with your post. Thinking of you Amanda, and of course praying for you all and little Gabriel.

  2. Kelly Says:

    Amen sister! People like that don’t see the big picture, or open their eyes to what’s going on around them. Your restraint is to be applauded.

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Gabriel Elliott Groce

I am a wife, a mother, a woman of God. I have 3 living children and 2 in Heaven. I am writing of the loss of my youngest sons: Felix David who died April 2, 2008 (no known cause) at 24w 3d and was born still on April 4, 2008 and Gabriel Elliott who was born on October 19, 2009, lived for 32 minutes and died peacefully in his daddy's arms. (Gabe was diagnosed with limb-body wall complex - a rare and fatal birth defect - at 19w 6d and we chose to carry him to term.)

I may be upbeat at times, down or silent at others. I hope that by writing about my experiences I can help people understand my grief and maybe help them through theirs.

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