Friday, January 29, 2010

Thank GOD it's Friday

People say TGIF all the time. Heck, even I do it without thinking about what it really says sometimes. But today, during a nice stress-talk with my Mama as we both rushed to work, I was just drowning in my own stress. It has just been a BAD week, a BUSY week, and a DIRTY week and there is no end in sight. I was, at that moment, stressing about how messy my house was and the fact that my MIL is coming to spend the night tonight and I might just die of embarassment. Mama said, "Leslie, she loves you. Just clean your toilet, take a deep breath, and move on." (My Mama is a get to the point kind of lady, which is what I need when I get in to one of my stress-fits.) It was so simple, but suddenly, it made SO MUCH SENSE.

I needed to stop focusing on the STRESS of cleaning for company and turn my attention to being THANKFUL that she was coming to watch Tucker Saturday while I go to a meeting for the hubs.

I need to stop focusing on how exhausting it can be to have to run errands to finish making some tutus and turn my attention to the check I got in the mail yesterday for a finished tutu that I can now put in my bank account for some fun when I get some free time.

I need to stop focusing on how BAD of a mother putting my 19 month old in a high chair outside of SONIC in JANUARY (though I promise it wasn't too cold - I didn't even have on a jacket) to feed her a chili cheese dog (which she LOVES, by the way) makes me feel and start focusing on HOW MUCH FUN T had dancing to the music and pointing at all the cars.

I was born an optimistic Chicken Little (if such a thing exists). My inner being wants to constantly scream, "The sky is falling! The sky is falling!" I spend most of my days playing what I like to call "Pollyanna", finding the silver lining to any situaiton. I don't do it for others. I do it to force my brain to find the GOOD - to be POSITIVE. Most days I succeed.

But then there are weeks like this one where the sky actually seems to be caving in on me. I don't think you can even call what I've been doing this week "treading water". I have felt like I'm going under, and when I get there, I revert immediately to my inner Chicken Little.

Sometimes it takes someone telling me to "Clean your toilet and take a deep breath," to refocus my thoughts and remember that not only does my MIL love me (thank goodness), but GOD LOVES ME, even in all my Chicken Little-ness. Even when I can do nothing but wallow in my own self-pity, exhaustion, and frustration, GOD LOVES ME and cares about my happiness and well-being.

And in these times of desperation on my part, God always sends a ray of hope. He sends a wake-up call from my Mama or a night of goofing around in WalMart with Tucker filled with laughter. He sends a stumbled upon job description that gives me hope that I really COULD find a job that doesn't irritate and depress me.

So for those of you having a Chicken Little kind of week, "Clean your toilet and take a deep breath." God loves you. There are always rays of sunshine to be found if we can only bring ourselves to see them.

Love & Shipoopies,

P.S. - If what you need to pick up YOUR day is a little free happy won on someone's blog, you can find this:



He & Me + 3 said...

I tend to be like Chicken LIttle too. TGIF is totally what I was feeling too. Thanks for posting about the giveaway. I will set my post to go at midnight on Friday morning each when it is your week have yours ready to go at that time to. Is that doable? Let me know. If not, we can work it out.

Leslie said...

Before midnight is totally doable. :) (In my house, that probably means pre-10pm. ha!)