I Only Thought the Earth Below Me Was Shaky

So I have been suffering from a terrible case of isuckitis. It has had me couch-ridden watching bad television and feeling pitiful. For those of you not up on the latest diseases, isuckitis is pronounced I-Suck-i-tis. I have been swirling in a pool of frustration, self-pity, and overstressed mommyness.I have hated my hair, been disgusted by the state of my apartment and the state of my bank account. I have been running around screaming things like, "Nobody in the is family listens to me" and "I just need a little help!" (as I pull something out of the dog's mouth or the four year old's hand).I have ignored my blog and then felt guilty about it. I have ignored my bloggy friends and then felt guilty about it. I have used my ugly voice. I have heard this same voice and cringed.And so I had succumbed to isuckitis.There is nothing like a truly earth-shaking event to shake me out of the pettiness of my problems.I, like all of you, am chilled to my core by the growing devastation in Japan. Much like Haiti's earthquake last year that woke me from my hair nightmare, I have shaken my isuckitis in the face of real tragedy.All of those in the disaster area are in my prayers. All of those waiting to hear from loved ones are in my prayers. All who are touched in any way by this heartache are in my prayers.And this Mama is going to kiss her little tsunami-makers and be thankful that the destruction in her home is made by toys not water. I am going to kiss my husband and be thankful that I am looking for him outside, behind the car not on a list of names.And, finally, I am going to hug myself and appreciate that I am alive and that unlike the failing nuclear cores, I can control my meltdowns. I can release a little steam before I fall deep into China Syndrome territory. And I can feel safe and secure in my home and family, knowing that I know where my children are, safe with full bellies.And that my friends is the best cure for even the worst case of isuckitis.