I am definitely back in reality.
Here is how I know.
This week I was thinking about how, when I think I have it all together, this happens:
Thank you, Miss Party, for always giving us something to do in our house.
When I have the whole upstairs fresh and clean, sheets changed, you name it, my child gets sick to her stomach because I am convinced she will never, ever, ever learn to not overeat. She at least throws up in her trash can but I do have to re wash the sheets.
And, once again, I have paint on a favorite pair of pants.
it actually came out with soaking it in hand sanitizer!!!
As I went upstairs to put my daughter's sheets on her bed for the second time in two days and found that the bottom sheet was still damp and had to go back into the dryer, I thought of something my father used to say. I would gripe about something and he would look at me and say, "Cheer up. It'll just get worse."
Now this would confuse me. If it just gets worse, how can I cheer up? What? I should be happy things will get worse?
As I got older, it made me mad. "Ha." I would think to myself. "I'll prove you wrong."
(Where my child gets her stubbornness, is beyond me.)
I continued that practice this week...
I looked for the little things that made me happy.
I rearranged a little shelf.
I planted a tomato plant no one wanted and some flowers that I had from my show.
I made myself an Orange Chia Refresher.
I walked with a friend.
I put on country music.
I thought about practice line dancing.
I even bought myself a COKE.
I'm lucky I didn't buy a bag of Lay's potato chips and a carton of french onion dip and dive in head first.
The sinus problems began.
Back to reality.
Outside, the call of summer is beginning..
The Agapanthus is beginning to bloom,
The Day Lilies are coming out.
This makes things better.
So will doodling in my art journal.
And buying an eraser to carve out a stamp.
Taking some Sudafed...
Yep, I'm gonna cheer up!
Have a fabulous weekend...