Or something like that…

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I once was told that the universe doesn’t give you things that you can’t handle. At the time, my father had just passed away, I was 18-years-old and completely ignored that statement. I likely victimized myself—as any barely-an-adult does—and took it as an insult.

But there is some truth to it. A whole lot, actually.

The last two weeks have been anything but easy. My eldest got walking pneumonia and was out of school for three days; then my youngest spiked a 105°F degree fever—the highest he’s ever had—and we landed in the emergency room last Monday night. With all the other symptoms and the fact that this throat had yet to have white spots, he was still diagnosed with strep throat. He, too, was home for three days.

And to top it all off, I’m dealing with a family member on hospice and handling all the logistics since she has moved to be closer to me, my mom and the kids.

How the hell did I come out of all that sickness unscathed?

Maybe it’s my spectacular immune system!
I doubt it.

My head keeps going back to what I was told 18 years ago (huh…18 seems to be a pattern, here). Does the universe think I’m Wonder Woman? Does it think that I’m The Hulk and super strong? Does it think I’m invincible?
I doubt it.

I take it as a compliment now, though. It must mean something.

But still…I’ll only be able to handle all this for so long before the other shoe will drop and my immune system takes a hit and I’ll be down for the count.

What then?

Still power through, I suppose. I’m Wonder Woman, remember?

In all seriousness, these last couple of weeks have made me just stop and say “what the…” to myself.

As moms, as bosses and even as ladies, we have to persevere, no matter how hard life can be. When it rains, it does pour. So bust out your umbrellas ladies and mamas… We’ve got shit to take care of.

And hopefully take care of ourselves at some point, too.