The Power of Positive Thinking

I don't always write about all that's on my mind in this blog, although my mind is constantly swirling with content. I try to organize that content into meaningful information when I write my blog posts.That limits me sometimes. I end up omitting some of the emotions I'm feeling, or I forget to touch upon a particular viewpoint. I didn't post much the week of Thanksgiving because I was stressed, overwhelmed, and couldn't put together a coherent thought. I often neglect to post because of that.

Or because, like today, I don't have any pictures to head up the post. And what fun is reading without pictures, right?

Well, I'm going to break out of that habit, because when I feel like writing, well--I need to write.

This week I felt angry. I don't know why; I was just mad at the world. So when Wednesday came around, my now-childless day where I can get 5,000,001 things accomplished, I was less than productive. But my friend who blogs at Memories at Maplechase told me she was excited to hear all that I would accomplish.

This is for you, m'dear.

When I woke up on Wednesday morning, I was angrier than ever. Little M woke me up around 3:30, and nursed from then until about 5 A.M. Neither of us really got back to sleep, and he was up for the day at 5, cooing and saying "mama" and being all excited.

I, on the other hand, was not excited at all.

Baby T was going through holiday withdrawal and was in supercrank mode, and Little M is getting his eye teeth, so he's not the happiest camper all the time either. And I was exhausted. Big T thoroughly pissed me off by telling me that at least I didn't have to go to work. Hmph. It wasn't like I could take a nap either.

After getting two kids diapered, dressed, and with some semblance of footwear attached to their lively little feet, I was able to wrangle them into the car.

Then, I got some things done:

• drove to daycare
• forgot to leave the carseat for Little M at daycare, so I had to turn around and go back when I was almost home.
• came home and ate breakfast while watching Rachael Ray. I put away toys during commercials.
• took a really long, hot shower. I used all the hot water. That's ok because I only shower once a week.
• when I got my butt off the couch, I made homemade yogurt while cleaning the kitchen.
• sat down at the kitchen table and ate lunch while writing articles.
• wrote a few more articles.
• checked email, FB, and the usual stuff to procrastinate.
• put away laundry (Never. Ending.)
• banged up a coconut and drank the water with some frozen raspberries.
• made some roasted brussels sprouts for Saturday's dinner.
• made and drank some iced coffee.
• put together enchilada's for that day's dinner and put them in the oven.
• made some sketches for a friend's logo.
• welcomed Big T and the kids home, ate dinner, cleaned up, and did a little more drawing/checking emails/procrastinating.

That's it. I desperately wanted to take a nap and was pissed off at the world until about 1 P.M., and then things started going a little more smoothly. I never got my nap. The house was so quiet that it was almost uninspiring.I feel like I got the same amount of things done on Thursday, with both of the kids home. I also woke up on Thursday with a much better outlook on life. It helps to be positive.