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,
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