Focusing on the screaming and the crying and the sheer drudgery of laundry/ dishes/ cooking for ungrateful people/ not sleeping more than 6 hours in a really long time just makes me cranky. When I'm cranky my kids bug me, the husband pisses me off and the house is just too small and too dirty. I can't live feeling like that.
I choose to not let the ever expanding mud-hole bother me (can someone explain the fascination with kids and mud). I choose to find joy in the fact that I have a washing machine and a dryer and a dishwasher and the chance to be home with my kids all day, every day. I choose to be grateful that I have food that I can put on the table. I choose to look for what is good rather than pointing out the negative.
And sometimes I choose to take a walk ALL BY MYSELF when life gets to be too much. Cereal is a perfectly balanced dinner and sometimes I've even been guilty of putting the kids to bed an hour or two before the usual time.
|I look a little freaky but ignore me, LOOK AT THAT BABY!!|
I'm a grownup so I get to choose for myself.
I choose joy.