This just seems weird…but it works.
Ok I have had a crummy day! I absolutely hate when people post things like that (unless they make it funny like my friend Brittney!). I hate negativity and I absolutely hate when people gripe about their spouses or children or family or work and then post it on facebook or twitter. I don’t think that it actually bothers me that they post that stuff cause we all have bad days…like today for instance…but when others around me are down it really brings me down too. I hate to think anyone is unhappy and I always want to fix it…this can be a positive and a negative! That being said we all need a gripe fest sometimes to just get it off our chest!
GRIPE FEST COMMENCES HERE SO SKIP AHEAD IF THIS MESSES WITH YOU LIKE IT DOES ME: I haven’t seen my man since 7:30 this morning, I forgot absolutely everything today (library books, things for Noah’s teacher, dance clothes…), my daughter took a massive spill at dance and I wasn’t there to help, the reason I wasn’t there was because I had to book it home to get my new dining room table I have been dying for and the awful delivery guy got lost (you’re a delivery guy and you don’t have a gps?!?!? REALLY???), he also delivered it scratched up big time and with the completely wrong chairs…breathe, I know…and to top it all off my hubby is gone tonight, I’m menstrual, and I have a zit the size of Pluto right between my eyes!!
GRUMPINESS!! This face was totally how I felt …until about 6 o’clock…
The kids and I made pancakes for supper, a favorite for all of us and the kids totally helped me cook and clean up! My kids always know how to make me smile! Since they helped so much, I still had time to do a little more cleaning. I went ahead and completely cleaned out the fridge and most of the pantry and also tidied the living room with MORE HELP from my kids. Voluntary, sweet help from my kids! That goes a long way! But what I’ve also noticed, and this is the super weird part, there is something seriously revitalizing about cleaning. It’s like therapy or something. I think my kids kinda felt that tonight. I always feel better about whatever is going on after I clean! If I’m mad, I clean. If I’m sad, I clean. Then suddenly something happens. It’s like a happy pill, except no pill. It’s God’s little way of letting me get it out. Isn’t that strange? Does this happen to anyone else or am I really just weird? Ok I’m weird, but is this part of me really weird?
So now we’ve bathed and bed and I’m enjoying a delicious Mike’s Pink Lemonade with a Butterfinger my husband delivered when he knew I was having a rough day…and all is well! Love it!! Now for some Grey’s, some hubby time, and a good nights sleep…and tomorrow is another day!
Oh and PS…A new table is being “specialty delivered” on Monday or possibly Tuesday at the latest…Thank you Hubby for taking care of that for me!
