Don't Let a Frown Drive Into Your Town
It's funny how some days (for me, last Sunday), you can feel like you have life wired.
And then just a few days later, all heck can break loose--and you're left wondering how you even tied your shoes without someone's help!
Today was one of THOSE days for me.
You know what I'm talking about: a day when just everything seems difficult, crappy, blue, hard, silly, ridiculous, and LONG!
One of THOSE days! Argh! (And say it like a pirate, please.)
Here's what the day seemed like to perfect little me:
Dave was cranky.
The kids were cranky.
The pets were cranky.
The weather was gloomy.
The house felt stale.
The shower was cold.
The clothes were all in the dirty laundry.
My only clean jeans were snug (I'm sure b/c I've eat a 1lb loaf of bread every day for the last 36 days!).
And to top it all off, Jr.'s South Dakota report had sucked the last 3 ounces of life from my soul. (Curse you, South Dakota!)
I'm talking about one crappy day, people!
But fortunately, I'm getting better at recognizing these days for what they are--crappy days. Nothing more. Nothing less.
So . . .
rather than GIVE my whole day over to the dark side, I worked my garbanzos off and made lemonade out of my lemons.
For real.
Yup! I was actually able to get a grip on my day by lunchtime--and turn it all around! (Note: Okay, seeing Jr and LuLu's adoption therapist kind of forced me to reboot, but I would have done that on my own for sure. Really.)
Anyway, what I'm tryin' to say is, I took a crappy day and turned it into a good one.
And that's progress, no?
It's not easy (for me, at least).
The 29 year old Dawn would have let the whole day go to heck in a hand-basket.
But not the 39 year old Dawn.
Nope. She only loses half of the day to heck in said-hand-basket.
If I had another child, I'd totally name him Darwin. Evolution rocks, baby!
(PS: What REALLY motivated the change in perspective? Hmmm. I'm still trying to pinpoint it. BUT . . . I think it had something to do with a combination of the following:
1) I hid Dave's tennis shoes in the trash can--as retribution for being cranky. Then I sent him a photo of the shoes in the trash. I nearly pee'd my pants I laughed so hard. Talk about turning a frown upside down. I don't know why, but Dave and I fight like we are in 5th grade and it kills me. It takes the seriousness out of everything--which I so love.
2.) Talking to Uncle Wong (it's the name for Jr and LuLu's therapist). He made me see things from a completely different POV (point of view). I love that! I left feeling lighter. So did the kids!
3.) I had a hot chocolate--ICED for LUNCH! (In honor of Gary and dessert).
4.) I was able to get my haircut by Cheryse (AKA "not Supercuts") and see her perfect tiny new baby. Babies make everything better. Really.
5.) Camry taking Paigey to the tutor with her today. They had so much fun. Sisterhood rocks.
6.) I made bread!
7.) Jonah did a TON of manual labor in our basement and it was such a huge help!)
And then just a few days later, all heck can break loose--and you're left wondering how you even tied your shoes without someone's help!
Today was one of THOSE days for me.
You know what I'm talking about: a day when just everything seems difficult, crappy, blue, hard, silly, ridiculous, and LONG!
One of THOSE days! Argh! (And say it like a pirate, please.)
Here's what the day seemed like to perfect little me:
Dave was cranky.
The kids were cranky.
The pets were cranky.
The weather was gloomy.
The house felt stale.
The shower was cold.
The clothes were all in the dirty laundry.
My only clean jeans were snug (I'm sure b/c I've eat a 1lb loaf of bread every day for the last 36 days!).
And to top it all off, Jr.'s South Dakota report had sucked the last 3 ounces of life from my soul. (Curse you, South Dakota!)
I'm talking about one crappy day, people!
But fortunately, I'm getting better at recognizing these days for what they are--crappy days. Nothing more. Nothing less.
So . . .
rather than GIVE my whole day over to the dark side, I worked my garbanzos off and made lemonade out of my lemons.
For real.
Yup! I was actually able to get a grip on my day by lunchtime--and turn it all around! (Note: Okay, seeing Jr and LuLu's adoption therapist kind of forced me to reboot, but I would have done that on my own for sure. Really.)
Anyway, what I'm tryin' to say is, I took a crappy day and turned it into a good one.
And that's progress, no?
It's not easy (for me, at least).
The 29 year old Dawn would have let the whole day go to heck in a hand-basket.
But not the 39 year old Dawn.
Nope. She only loses half of the day to heck in said-hand-basket.
If I had another child, I'd totally name him Darwin. Evolution rocks, baby!
(PS: What REALLY motivated the change in perspective? Hmmm. I'm still trying to pinpoint it. BUT . . . I think it had something to do with a combination of the following:
1) I hid Dave's tennis shoes in the trash can--as retribution for being cranky. Then I sent him a photo of the shoes in the trash. I nearly pee'd my pants I laughed so hard. Talk about turning a frown upside down. I don't know why, but Dave and I fight like we are in 5th grade and it kills me. It takes the seriousness out of everything--which I so love.
2.) Talking to Uncle Wong (it's the name for Jr and LuLu's therapist). He made me see things from a completely different POV (point of view). I love that! I left feeling lighter. So did the kids!
3.) I had a hot chocolate--ICED for LUNCH! (In honor of Gary and dessert).
4.) I was able to get my haircut by Cheryse (AKA "not Supercuts") and see her perfect tiny new baby. Babies make everything better. Really.
5.) Camry taking Paigey to the tutor with her today. They had so much fun. Sisterhood rocks.
6.) I made bread!
7.) Jonah did a TON of manual labor in our basement and it was such a huge help!)