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Nasty Feeling Cured by...?

Thursday, May 02, 2013

I did not have a good start to the day today. It actually started with my dog waking me at 4am just because. This led me to breaking a firm no-no of allowing him to sleep on the bed. emoticon I was way out of it...

After all the dog's pestering, he still chewed on me and my hubby for a good 15 minutes and by the time I woke up again, it was 7:30! emoticon Darn! How I missed the alarm I have no idea, but this put me in a rush to get the kids up, make their lunches (again, bad time management), feed them and get them off to school in like 25 minutes... I hate being rushed but I hate being late even worse!

Again, they didn't dawdle too much and just moved as asked. Strange. But then, not everything can go oh so smoothly... If you have read any of my previous blogs, you will know that I have one VERY strong-willed, stubborn lil girl.

As we are getting sweaters and footwear on, of course, she starts crying because she can't do up her sweater. She has a tantrum and sits stubbornly on the floor. Now, *I'm* getting upset because this is going to make us late. (Didn't I already deal with her tantrum yesterday for the rest of this week???)

I told her that this behaviour was not going to help her get the job done and that she needed to figure what it was that she should be doing instead very quickly, otherwise, I was leaving her behind to get the others to school. On the way to school, she starts crying because she had a rock in her boot, and instead of saying, "mommy, can we stop so I can take a rock out of my boot?" she just slows down and starts bawling because I'm practically dragging her along. Again, she needed to hear that there was a better way of dealing with the situation. So, after all that, I did manage to get the kids to school on time.

I didn't talk to any of the other moms at school this morning. I was feeling very nasty and didn't want to put the energy out to every one else, so after that Dolly of mine was in the school doors, I turned around and marched home almost with purpose. I made my breakfast silently, but obviously quite grumpy. My husband didn't say anything probably because he knew who caused my mood.

I poured a coffee, ate breakfast (which was a spark meal) and started a FB chat with a friend. I complained about my mood, talked about her boy and my tree and the plan for our days. At one point, my loving husband said to me, "are you going to go do your workout?" I instantly shook my head and he asked me, "why not? You know you're going to feel much better afterwards." I just emoticon

I finished my coffee, changed, and got moving to the basement. I suddenly had a mission. I was going to clear out the garbage from the development, de-clutter the junk we have and prepare it for the community garage sale this weekend, and make our designated space for fitness usable.

Several runs up and down the stairs with boxes and junk and more things out to the garage, loads of sweeping, organizing, energy used and frustration spent, I came upstairs to have a drink and my husband says, "well, you look LOTS better!" emoticon

Yea, thanks dear. Who knew!? emoticon
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MPETERSON2311 5/6/2013 6:47PM

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I hear ya!

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KATRINAKRAUT 5/2/2013 6:13PM

    What a supportive husband. Cool!

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LADYMARCIA1 5/2/2013 5:47PM

    emoticon Sounds like my daughter and #1 Grandson. What a hand full. emoticon

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