Last week Lily came home and told us that some girls came up to her at school and said, “We’re popular and you’re not.” I felt like I had been socked in the gut. I also suddenly felt very strongly that there were somewhere some 4th grade girls who I wanted to hurt a little.

Mean girls. I have actually been on both sides of the equation. I am not proud of the fact that I know back in the day that I was on the mean end of the mean girl spectrum. But as I listened to a sermon this weekend about how much words hurt, I was immediately transported back to a 7th grade bus where my “friends” sat and said horrible things about me. And it barely hurt less in church last weekend than it did at the time. Mean girls suck.

I am acutely aware that my job in mothering my girls is to do my best to help them understand that they are amazing not because of what anyone may or may not tell them, but because of whose image they were created. It is an uphill battle that I know will only get harder as they get older.

Tomorrow, I’m co-hosting a live chat tomorrow with author Rachel Simmons. She is the author of The Curse of the Good Girl: Raising Authentic Girls with Courage and Confidence. To be honest I haven’t read the book, but I love the concept. We will be talking about raising confident girls and I can totally get behind that.

I don’t know if you have done a Motherhood chat before, but I always end the chat AMAZED at the info I have learned. Imagine a bunch of mothers getting together and flooding you with their wisdom. As I navigate motherhood, I can use all the advice I can get.

The chat will take place on Tuesday, January 31 at 12:00 p.m. EST, on TheMotherhood.com, I really hope you will join us. I would love to “see” some familiar faces around.

While I am being compensated for participating in the chat tomorrow, I was not required to blog about my participation. I just think it is a great topic you might be interested in so I wanted to share the details with you

Y’all. I am not even southern but there is just no other way to start this post than Y’ALL.

Have I blogged about ANYTHING these past few weeks but lamenting the fact that I am stuck in my house with a sick kiddo. (seriously here, here, here). And before that I was stuck in my house potty training. (which is still ongoing btw. Oh my WORD with the #2. but that is a whole post in itself).

I do not enjoy the gym. I do not enjoy exercising. But I do it because I need to. But being trapped inside my house for this long has made me realize what an outlet it is for me to put my kids in childcare for an hour and sweat a little. And I miss it! I finally made it there last Friday and it felt so good to be back. We were getting back to normal.

And then. Y’ALL!! Silas started complaining about his eye yesterday. Saying it hurt. Wailing about it from time to time. Until from time to time because him lying on the couch refusing to open his eye at all. He even fell asleep for a bit. He perked up for a little bit around lunch time and then went down for a long afternoon nap. I was hoping that would be the solution.

He woke up and didn’t open his eyes for the next hour. Finally I called the doctor. Then there was this:

Sigh. He was his little self from that point on yesterday. Eyes opened. A little red, but nothing major. And as happy as can be. Problem solved. Gym date made for 9 am Monday morning.

Except. Y’ALL.

I was woken up so many times last night I gave up on sleeping. By a little boy who told me over and over “eye urt.” Then in the light of day there was a so. much. puss. And for the brief second he opened them, that eye had gone past pink and was full on red.

Yup my friends. We have pink eye. Expecting the locusts to show up any minute now. On the upside, I regained my mayorship of the pediatrician’s office. Y’all.

Silas is still not back to normal. And it is wearing on me. I love the extra snuggles, but after two weeks of mostly staying inside because of potty training, I am ridiculously over the whole trapped in the house thing I have going on over here.

Combine that with a snow day on Friday and a hubby delayed and stuck in Ohio after five days of being away, and come Friday mama was losing it. LOSING IT.

When your hubby who is exhausted from traveling walks in the door and you burst into tears, I think it is a sign you might need to get out more. Or get more sleep. My hubby took it as the latter as he quickly ushered me upstairs and demanded I take a nap. Partly because he is an awesome hubby. Partly because he may have been terrified of me. (mostly because he was terrified of me)

When I awoke from a deep, deep sleep and shuffled downstairs to rejoin humanity, Ryan and the kids had cleaned up the whole downstairs. Me thinks I need to fall a little off my rocker more often…..