Today I feel like Poop. I think I'm tired (no doubt really), and my eyes feel puffy, so I'm feeling like I look like crap. I want to be a mean bitch to the kids, and everything that is not going my way feels like the universe is conspiring against me. My reactions to these things are bad, and I feel as if I am helpless to do any better. Also, I feel the weight of all the stress of all of the packing and fixing up and looking for a home and moving that we aren't doing. This day feels like it's gonna suck bigtime!
So, I need to do something about it before I become a self fulfilling prophecy. I have the idea that I can try to notice and focus on the interesting and the positive and take pleasure in them on purpose. I need to invoke crazy happy mommy (which I reeeeeally don't feel like I can do, but I know I must, for all our sakes). I need to run. I know that will help. I need to smile, I don't feel like that will help, but I know enough psychology to know that it will. I need to think of something to look forward to. And until it becomes real and automatic, I need to do all of these things consistantly and on purpose.
- I will pay attention to the nice things around me
1. The children are playing together happily
2. The house is (mostly) clean.
3. I have the night off, and I might get to hang out with Shane (and whatever the case I am planning on getting completely sloshed).
4. The sun is shining, the birds are singing.
5. I have money for what I need today.
6. I can always do better.
- I will run to school shortly and we will have a picnic. THAT WILL HELP ALOT (believe it)
- I will smile, starting now gosh darn it... (I can't believe how hard it is to smile right now! it actually hurts)
- I am going to think of things to look forward to.
1. Running to school
2. Going shopping for family movie night.
3. Making crossiants for snack time!
4. Having something wonderful for dinner.
5. Famly movie night.
6. Hangin with my guy
A + B = C I will feel better!
(I'll have to let you know how that goes :P
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