Dear, me, what was with all that self-pity, wallowing-in-my-sorrows, tear-in-my-beer, rubbish the past few days?!
I'd say, if I were you readers out there in blogland, that I need to buck up, little camper, and take note of all the good things in my life, yes?
I mean, we are healthy. We have a beautiful roof over our heads. The other half has a great job. Our families love us.
Today is the day to make resolutions. To decide to take baby steps forward to bigger and better things. To Jack Handy-it and load myself up with some positive affirmations. Because I am good enough, I'm smart enough, and doggone it, people like me. (Sorry...couldn't resist)
And so here they are:
1. Try to be less wordy. It has been a problem I have always dealt with in both my written and verbal prose. (I have the least confidence in achieving this first one, I must say)
2. Say "I'm sorry" less. It has been brought to my attention by several of my beautiful friends (ahem) that I say this too often. It must be a part of my Catholic upbringing. And the funniest smack in the head has come from B who has now started also saying 'I'm sorry' all. the. time. The poor kid can trip and fall all on his own, and then will look at me and say, 'Sorry, Mommy.' Geez!
3. Be more patient with Miles and continue to work on what I refer to as 'unintuitive parenting.' His therapists are teaching me the hard lesson that with a child like Miles; heck, with ANY child; it's best to not react during tantrums so as to not provide negative feedback. I have to try and remain as calm as possible through it and then offer praise when he has calmed down. (The other half is having much greater difficulty with this one than I am. It's hard, people!)
4. Enjoy life more. This one needs no more explanation.
5. Get in shape finally. I know I'd feel better. I just need to freaking do it.
Well, with this post alone, I've already broken resolution number one.
What are your resolutions?