Its Monday, all over again. I have a confession to make too. I stayed up playing the shooting range game on Wii play after the little man went to bed. I don't know why but I love that game. I guess its the stress release or something, and I scored my top 3 scores. I heard the little man sneaking down the hall to watch me play. What could have been an ugly confrontation turned out to be a bonding moment. Since it was past his bedtime, I could have chosen to be angry and yell at him to go to bed. Instead, he came over and snuggled next to me while I played. It was almost magical, and if I had gone with my initial reaction, I might have missed out on that.
Instead of laughing as my son did not really sneak up on me (he's about as subtle as a sherman tank), I could have screamed at him to get back to bed. I could have demanded that he listen to me and go to sleep. I could have been mean or nasty. I could have reacted differently than I did.
Reacting how I did, we had an opportunity to talk, hang out and laugh. I admit that I was very cranky all day yesterday. I was warm, could not cool off and felt on the miserable side all day. I did get a lot accomplished over the weekend, and for that I should be happy.
My big thing was I went into the "hole" and started going through my craft totes. I have numerous ones, which I am a little embarrassed by. Its actually pretty pathetic, because I come across as an organized hoarder. For a long time in my life, I admit to being a compulsive shopper-clothes, shoes, craft supplies. I was a firm believer in retail therapy. Marriage slowed a lot of that down, but did not completely eliminate it. The clothes have been purged.
Now it is the craft supplies turn. There is a stash-a collection of product that you plan on using. Then there is a hoard, a collection of items that you have no clue what you are going to do with. I have, unfortunately, a hoard. However, I was able to get 4 15 gallon totes of supplies down to one. It was extremely emotional for me, because I was angry at myself for "wasting" money on these things in the first place. There was a lot of money spent on stuff that I haven't looked at in several years. Most of my craft supplies have been packed up for the last 3 years due to losing my art studio to a guest bedroom. I haven't missed any of it either, to be perfectly honest. Out of probably 200 needlepoint charts, there were 6 that I truly loved and would really do. That's sad, because I bought for the sake of buying I think.
Now, I can see the forest for the trees and actually have space for what I truly love.
Its Monday, and time is ticking away. I need to get downstairs and get on the treadmill and get the heartrate pumping. I have laundry to put away, and I have to figure out something for dinner. Maybe 3 bean chili...it is meatless Monday after all. Daily cleaning needs to get done, and the usual stuff for the day. Lunches are made, and I even remembered to make a yogurt parfait for myself.
Its enough for me to start the morning off with a happy dance.
Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity. Margaret D. Nadauld
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