Okay, so it was not a real fight, but I did yell at my husband for not having the kids ready this morning. When I got out of the shower he was sitting on his phone, I was dripping wet, and only one of our children was out of his pajamas (I had gotten him ready pre-shower). I asked Kyle to get Arthur dressed, went upstairs and began digging clothes out my closet that weren't too wrinkly. I had my eye out for pants specifically as I didn't have time to shave my legs this morning and lord knows where all of my fall tights are. After 5 minutes of cursing myself for not being diligent in hanging up my clothes, I went downstairs, Arthur was still in his pajamas and I yelled. The end. The world went on, the children got ready and we got out the door. Kyle and I said goodbye as we packed the kids into the car, and wished each other a good day. No I love you, no kiss, just goodbye, because I was still mad.
Five minutes later I found myself tearing up behind a school bus (you notice ALL of the school busses when you have two year olds) and not because I was mad about pajamas. My waterworks stemmed from the fact I started a fight about pajamas at the exact same time my lovely friend's husband Aaron is fighting a tenacious tumor that has been in his brain for three years. If you want to know more about their story you can read Nora's blog or click here, here, or here, but today we're talking about fights.
Aaron was wearing this here shirt when he started his fight:
And now you can wear that shirt to support the Musella Foundation for Brain Tumor Research. Why should you give a damn you ask? Because you too get in fights with your loved ones over stupid shit like pajamas, and aren't you lucky to have them next to you to get into fights with? YES YOU ARE.
Go buy a shirt, wear it, hashtag it #StillKickinThis and get your Still Kickin' groove on. I plan on wearing mine to work and will report back on the number of compliments I receive.