My birthday quite often falls on Memorial Day weekend. This happened to be one of those years. The Ex had a reunion thing going on all weekend, so even though it was his weekend in the every other schedule, we agreed that I would take the boys. Win win situation, he could do all of his events, I got to spend my birthday with my guys. Then I started thinking that we should do something fun. Go camping, or on a trip. Celebrate Memorial Day, and ignore my birthday. So I contacted my favorite cousin-in-law in the 'burbs of Boston to see if she would be up for some house guests the last weekend of May. As always, she was more than willing to be our hostess. The plan was to not let them know that it was my birthday. Threatened the boys with death, or worse, embarrassment in front of friends, if any of the Mass cousins found out. I kind of wanted to just not have a birthday this year. They agreed to keep my secret. I told...
My journey, trying to be an Ironman, while dealing with anxiety, depression, body dysmorphia, self doubt, and life as a single mom with two grown sons, a crazy ass dog, and a handful of cats.