Monday 23 February 2009

I Choose to be happy!!!

Ever since I came back from South Africa in mid-January I just can't shake the blues, everything seems to get me down and it feels like as hard as I try to make things go right they just go wrong. By Friday last week I had lost 1.2 kg since the beginning of the week, but after 2 days of weekend and not being very bad, I've put back on what I lost and extra. It seems like the more I try to be a good mother, the more aware I become of my failings... it is a vicous circle. The more down you are the more negative you feel towards your surroundings and in turn this makes you feel more down and it is so easy to spiral towards a place where there is no joy. I feel unmotivated, energyless and miserable... Today I have decided I am going to be happy!!!!!!!!!!

Yes there are things in life that get me down, but there are also many many things for me to be happy about and these are going to be my focus. So what if I don't clean my house for one day because I decide to build puzzles with my children instead. So what if my lanudry basket is full because I decided to scrap, I'm not saying I'm not going to do the things that need to be done, I'm saying I'm going to be positive about doing them and when I feel weighed down, I'll take a break and do something that makes me smile.

The things that get me down:
  • The laundry basket which is NEVER empty.
  • A sink that makes dishes appear the second you turn your back.
  • The dust that just won't stay away.
  • The meals that constantly need cooking.
  • The kids that need feeding, cleaning, noses, nappies, hands...
  • The toys that are always on my floor.
  • When the children don't listen to me or do things that make me angry.
  • When I get angry.
  • My weight.
I could go on and on, but I think the thing that gets to me the most is that no one knows how much I do, nobody notices the little things and nobody praises me for my efforts, the result - I start to doubt my own ability and if I'm not a good wife and mother, then I have no worth.

BUT... I choose to be happy

I know my family love me, and although they don't see the small things like the removal of stains, the extra effort I made in vacuming, the little extra spice I added to dinner, they appreciate the whole package and they know they are loved and cared for.

I choose to be happy!!!

These are some of the many things in my life that make me happy:
  • I am loved deeply by a good and honest man.
  • I have 2 of the most gorgeous boys ever.
  • I am able to not work and be in the home.
  • I am healthy.
  • We have enough money to have what we need and some luxurys.
  • I have a nice home, even if a bit small, we are happy here.
  • I have parents and siblings who love and care about me.
  • I have good friends who I can talk to.
  • I am able to scrap to save my precious memories.
  • I have dreams for the future.
Most importantly: I like who I am. I like that high morals I have and the adult I have become. I like my life, my family is my world and I will do anything for them and that includes the boring jobs.

I choose to be Happy!!!

If you read this blog, I challenge you to make your own blog entry along these lines. List what gets you down and the things that make you smile and then CHOOSE to be happy!!! Writing this all down has made me feel so much better and now I'm ready to start my day and clean my house. However, I think I may take a break to turn this into a LO.

3 comments:

  1. very honest! Might have to give this a go

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  2. Thanks I needed that too...when you have a long list of stuff expected of you every day it is easy to find yourself down when you can't get it all done...but choosing to be happy with the life you have seems to be the right answer...hopefully it is as easily said as done :)

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  3. While in hospital having my son, one of the other new mums' friends gave us all this little poem on a credit sized card:-

    Scrubbing and cleaning can wait til tomorrow. For babies grow up, while we're not looking.
    So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep.
    I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

    It really put things into perspective for me as my own son was growing. He's 13 now, and I still have this wee poem in my purse to remind me.

    Don't beat yourself up. Life has a way of throwing us lemons sometimes. Just remember to use em to make lemonade !

    Hugs xx

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