From the moment you wake up until the moment you fall back asleep, you are constantly making decisions. Some require more thought than others like buying a house or car and others not so much like what to cook for dinner. One choice can affect another. The choice to hit the snooze button three times can now take away your choice of stopping for a cup of coffee on your way to work. And when a choice is taken away, you have yet another choice of how to react to it. You can react positively or negatively.
Someone that chose to wake up happy that morning would say that at least they have a couple of extra bucks in their wallet and can splurge on an appetizer for lunch now. Those that chose to wake up unhappy, just grumble and complain and whine about anything and everything for the remainder of the day.
What a minute...back up...you say someone CHOSE to wake up unhappy?? Why yes, yes I did. It is a choice! You choose how you feel that day. Granted, bad days happen and no one that I have ever met is happy one hundred percent of the time. I don't often run into people that are laughing when they put their old, sick pet down at the vet! But you still can be happy that day, even while you are sad.
HOW?!? Happiness should not be defined as pleasure. You can find pleasure in eating a huge chocolate sundae, but not happy about what it is doing to your body. I believe happiness is joy and gratitude. You can find it anywhere - reading one of your favorite childhood stories to your child. Holding a 3 week old puppy. Watching your parents re-new their wedding vows.
Happiness is quite simple actually. It's a simple emotion. It is something everyone is striving for, but no one is happy once they reach it. They always want more. Never realizing what they have at that moment. Yes, I want more trips to Disney World. I want to win the free groceries for a year contest. I want the housekeeper to come daily so I can spend my time playing with my sons. But I'm happy with what I have...and even what I don't have.
I don't have a lot of money, so I appreciate that the good things in life are free. I don't have a lot of time, so I cherish the moments. I do have problems that arise, and I'm thankful my brain (mostly) works with me to help me solve it. I do have a messy house, and I'm grateful that my children have the ability to walk and play and make that mess.
I simply wish to spread happiness to those that don't realize they have had it all along. Luckily for us, happiness spreads as easily as a cold virus. Catch it, spread it. Be grateful, be joyful, be happy!
This is the place to come and unwind, drink some southern ice tea and savor the little things in life. This is not going to be a debate site or even about current events in the world...just a place of escape to share pictures and ideas from my neck of the woods in north Georgia.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Where did mommy go?
Psst - it's me - I'm hiding...in the bathroom. Don't roll your eyes at me, if you are a stay at home mom, I will bet my life savings (which is NOT much actually) that you have a hiding place too!
Every SAHM craves conversation with someone. And boy howdy do we get it! What's that? Where's that go? Why did you do that? What are you doing now? Can I do it? Look at this. Watch me. Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy. And my "favorite" oops! And then when we get the chance to talk to an adult (our endearing honey bunny), we don't even have the energy! Working parent - how did your day go sweetheart? Home bound parent - lifts head up off the kitchen table and grunts, places head back down.
To insure more energy and a better balanced mood when my hubby arrives, I take "mini-breaks" in the bathroom. Mommies all over the world "potty" a lot. I "potty" to have a minute to myself when I have cranky kids - reminding myself that I do LOVE them even when I don't LIKE them at that moment in time. I "potty" when there is only one cookie left, I am PMSing and really don't feel like sharing! I figured I shared food with you for 9 months - this cookie is mine kid! I "potty" to make important phone calls. Our transplant coordinator always wonders why I echo on the phone.... ;)
I always thought my mother's bladder was the size of a peanut when I was little. Now I get it - now I GET IT! Back in 2 minutes :)
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