It is 11:45am and I am officially at the frustration station. As you know I had the opportunity to lie down around 8am this morning, and, while my children were stirring some, I foolishly pretended I could sleep on the floor next to them. Somewhere between the hour of 9 and 9:30am I heard alarms start ringing. My heart sank, but I remained on the floor, pretending to sleep when the children came to me and started their morning ritual “I hungry thirsty Mommy.” All the while every 5 to 10 minutes the alarms kept coming.
After 20 minutes of fooling myself and hoping their hunger or thirst would subside, I crawled…very slowly my way up to my hands and knees where I moaned and cried with pain….good ole arthritis! When I finally stood, it took me a few minutes to get my wits about me, and stand up as straight as I could. I proceeded to satiate my children’s breakfast desires and made coffee. I, then, put dishes away, did up the over night dishes and made my 12yr old son’s breakfast as he was now awake. Bless his heart, he rinsed his dish when he completed his mini feast!
By this time I decided to continue cleaning and straightened my bedroom, made my bed and gathered 6 loads of laundry. I decided instead of feeling sorry for myself, I would call my friend who just had a baby and ask her how she was and doted on her and her child. It felt good to give rather than to sulk about my own problems. I then decided if I was going to the laundromat anyway, I would call my mom in the next town and offer to do hers as well. Again, it felt good to reach out and help others, rather than complain. My mother seems happy to have the assistance and I am overjoyed to be of service. I am determined to make this day a good one.
I promised my little ones that if they stay home with their big brother now, I will take them somewhere special early this evening when it’s not too hot. I figure either a free petting zoo or the park. They seem satisfied with that remedy.
So, off I go now, away from this frustration station and toward the next town with my 12yr old son to do some proactive work for our house as well as “grammy’s”.
Nikki Lynne
Excellent! The easy path lay before you its wide path inviting and freshly paved yet you chose the proverbial road less often travelled. Good for you! I hope I can be as successful in making those types decisions.
CM