I’m going to start off this post with a quote from my sister’s blog (that she never blogs on anymore),
If you find yourself reading a post and thinking “Wow, she sounds really negative,” I suggest you think of it as your own faulty perception, start back at the beginning, and try to read it with a more positive attitude.
I would say something that might apply to my blog is:
If you find yourself reading a post and thinking, “Wow, she sounds really negative”, I suggest you read yesterday’s post or tomorrow’s, and realize I am just a girl taking it one day at a time, and today just happens to suck.
I think I might make an instaquote out of that and give it a permanent place on my blog. But, for real, this post is going to sound REALLY negative. Because I AM really negative today. But, allow me that. K? Because, I’ve been pretty dang positive lately if you take my advice and read some of my other posts.
What pushed me over the edge was when I switched my load of whites, and pulled out my daughter’s beautiful, blue, easter dress she wore in these adorable photos. I started searching frantically to see if I had ruined it by bleaching it, and thought I was in the clear, until I turned it around and sure enough, there was a giant bleach stain on the back. I threw it angrily to the ground, let out a swear word, and left it on my dirty laundry room floor.
Not to mention the car accident I almost caused this morning, and the baby falling down the stairs today when he was trying to be big and climb up them, and I watched it happen, not being able to stop it (don’t worry, he’s fine).
Ugh. It’s just been a crappy day.
I was in the middle of a great dream about Chandler’s new molar being popped out of his bloody mouth because he was clenching his teeth too tightly when Avery stood over me, waking me up and all dressed for school, asking me to take the tag off of her new shirt. I pulled the ear plugs out of my ears that I use to not hear the dang birds outside my window at 4 am every. single. morning. (definitely no Cinderella here) chirping and singing gleefully, and reached up to pull the tag out and ripped a hole in the underarm of her shirt. Great.
From there, it was just foggy. One thing after another just turned to crap, and I just should have never gotten out of bed this morning.
So, instead of focusing on the positive and making a list of things that I am blessed with (I know, I know, there are MANY), I jotted down a quick list of things that are driving me crazy.
My Bedroom. Last night, as I went to bed, I said to my husband, “I really need to clean our room tomorrow.” He replied, “I thought when you are an adult you don’t have to clean your room anymore”. I laughed, “Oh is that what’s going on here?” The piles of crap that surround my very small bedroom are killing me. I hate finding toys on my bed when I finally have kids IN bed and want to have an adult thought. Yet, 99.9% of the time, I go into my room, and step on, trip over, and lay down on a toy. It’s infuriating. Not to mention the pile of stuff that I need to do something with that I keep moving onto my bed during the day, and off of it at night. Which leads me into my next rant.
Unfinished projects. I have at least 3 I can think of laying around my house. Broken picture frames on my kitchen counter, quiet time boxes I may or may not ever complete that I found from an idea on stupid pinterest, and organization projects EVERYWHERE. Trying to get organized is making me unorganized.
Lost crap. Things keep disappearing in this house. And reappearing. I have a feeling a certain 17 month old is to blame. Like the toothpaste. Could not find it anywhere last night. This morning, it magically appeared where it is supposed to be.
Clothes. My kids are outgrowing all of them at the same time. Which forces me to do my most dreaded chore of all. Clean out closets, and re-organize because our closets are too dang small to keep two sizes in.
To fix my funk, I loaded the boys in the car and decided the park was in order. After all, the weather was beautiful. A little chilly with the wind blowing, but super pretty. We went to our favorite truck park (an awesome neighborhood park where everyone leaves toy trucks and shovels and buckets to play with in the sand) and I just couldn’t snap out of my sour mood. We left about 45 minutes later. Which is a good thing because I didn’t bring myself a jacket and had goose bumps and the little 2 year old that was wearing no pants and no shoes was making me a little more angry than was rational. She’s not my kid, who cares?
The truth is, some days just suck. And, some days, we just have to cry. And, some days, we just have to put ourselves to bed early and convince ourselves that tomorrow will be a better day. Because, usually, it is.