I’m having one of those days. I know I promised myself (and put it in writing to help hold myself accountable) that I would just *be* happy this year, that I would choose each and every day to see the brighter side, enjoy the moments, and be happy. Even after getting laid off, and then having a total adventure this past weekend, I was doing pretty well with the being happy. Today, not so much. I woke up tired and cranky, after being awake between 4:00 and 5:00am stressing about the usual things, and then hearing Grace and Ethan start jumping and flopping around on Ethan’s new bed at 6am. Have I mentioned that I do not usually wake up well? It takes a shower and that first cup of coffee to bring me around before I can even think about putting a smile on my face. Once up, the usual morning battles began. Why is this such a struggle every morning? We’re halfway through the school year, and yet each morning all three of them act as if they have no idea what they’re supposed to do! Makes me insane. I was losing my temper before 7:30. All this after being away from my kids for four days and missing them like crazy. How does that happen?
Well, things did not improve after my trip to the gym. Ethan is a whiney-whinestein today. Over it. I thankfully dropped him off at school and started the errand run. Didn’t know they were starting construction at our Target. Everything has been moved around all over the store. What usually takes me 20 minutes took 45, and I never did find two things. But I was still trying to maintain a smile and a thankful attitude. The grocery store was much better. Does anyone else hate putting the groceries away? Worst part of shopping, I swear.
After being gone for four days, my house is a total pit. I had that to look forward to once I finished my lunch. And I got to do all the fun stuff too….taking trash out and cleaning out the kitchen trash and recycling cans, cleaning the downstairs toilets, laundry, dishes, cleaning out the fridge…Joy oh joy. Needless to say, I was not in the greatest mood when E-man got home from school and the whining began all over again. He just had (another) come to Jesus moment……the poor kid is probably going to have a complex. I keep reminding him that the world and everyone in it does not exist purely for his pleasure and need-fulfillment, and that he is not the center of everyone’s universe. Did I mention Grace wanted to ride her bike – in the rain? Granted, it is *just* sprinkling, but geez.
So as of right now, I’m a Debbie Downer. I’m just cranky and tired, completely unmotivated to do any more of the dozen tasks requiring my attention. And we have softball practice in an hour. Who in their right mind thinks it’s a good idea to make 8-year-old girls practice softball for TWO HOURS on a Tuesday night???!!!
It’s okay…I will pull myself out of this mood. I do have Vegas to look forward to this weekend….if we all live that long….