Yesterday was one of those days. A day when nothing goes right.
First we were late to the girls first school visit.
Then Zoe decided she didn’t like school so much and needed to go home.
Then the girls left their ‘school bags’ in the multi purpose room and I got lost when I went back to get them – meanwhile Zoe is having a break down because she thinks I have left her at school!
We get home and Izzy decides to jump on an upturned plastic bucket and falls through it, getting wet and muddy, scraping her legs and becoming hysterical.
Then Muski has a HUGE meltdown because Daddy takes his sister out for the afternoon and leaves him behind. Tears and Tears and Tears on and off almost all afternoon.
Then I get to kinder to pick up Izzy and discover I have a very flat tire.
The Baldy Boy comes to change my tire, dragging the other two angry children with him, who apparently ‘hate me’ because they wanted to stay home and watch Mr Bean.
We eventually get home and while making dinner I break a plate and then a glass.
I yell at every member of my family in turn when I drop the vacuum bag full of dirt all over my shoes.
It was the worst day ever!
Later, when everyone was in bed and the house was quiet I stopped to think for a moment.
How easily I slip into that ‘poor me’ syndrome. How quickly I trot out the line ‘nothing ever goes right for me’. How deeply I wallow in the negative side of life.
When I stop and think for a moment, it wasn’t really the worst day ever. There are so many people out there struggling with things so much bigger than I am. Heck, even I’ve struggled with bigger things than this annoying little list. It seems that I can suck it up and get on with it for the big things… but I forget how to do that when it comes to the sucky little things.
I forget to see the many good things among the few bad…
Izzy loved school and confidently went off on her own with her ‘buddy’.
Zoe’s lovely kinder teachers were there to hold her hand the entire time, gently supporting as well as encouraging her.
The head of the Juniors was lovely, understanding and knowledgeable about the ‘twin thing’ as well as the allergy stuff.
A few cheap band aids can always make Izzy smile.
Zoe spent an afternoon out with her Dad, by her self!
Izzy went to kinder, by her self!
Muski cheered up eventually and made me laugh with his whispering disease.
The Baldy Boy was home and could come and rescue me and my flat tire without too much drama.
We were stuck waiting at kinder, somewhere with a toilet and a play ground.
We have plenty more plates and plenty more glasses.
My husband ignored my tantrum and remembered how much I love turkish delight when he went to the shops.
Some days I need to get over myself and see just how incredibly wonderful my life really is!
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Oh, what a wonderful perspective :) Sounds like it turned out a good day in the end… because it made you appreciate your life :)
Timely for me too – I know just what you mean!
Oh I so know what you mean! I am having a ‘poor me’ week .. maybe I need to sit back and think of the positives as well! Thanks Kate for the elightenment!
That was like my day yesterday. Well, same, same, but different. You know what I mean. And you’re right. Today my perspective is back, the little dramas don’t seem to be such a big deal and I am remembering how much good there is in my life. Thanks Kate.
I am so pleased for you…..that through all of the darkness you could see the light..
lots of hugs
Mistress B says
It can be all too easy to slip into poor me.
Some days are just like that. You keep tripping over the tiny hillocks until you’re so annoyed with your own feet that you forget to look up and watch the sunset.
Or something like that.
I’m glad you were able to see the upside of things – some days it’s very hard!
Lisa @ Boondock Ramblings says
I struggle with looking at the positive until it is all said and done. Then, when I finally do, I feel stupid for having stressed about it all in the first place.
With all that being said…it was an awful day for you! Glad you survived OK.
Aussie Mum says
Well done for seeing the positives as well – something I need to practice!
What a wonderful post. So true. I often look at things in the worst way and really, I should be celebrating all the good things.