Next week is finally the end of tax season. This week was the last full week - my last push to the end. And this week felt like I was trudging through mud, up a hill, and running into a brick wall. After tax season - it's so much better. More family time because there are no Saturday workdays, there are earlier evenings home and even Fridays off. We really haven't settled into the groove of being a family of four - in a normal way yet. We got back from China and it was ROUGH. Then it was the holidays. Then tax season was already upon us. And it's been crazy for D this year. Last year, it was just me and a baby. And she was barely crawling around. Basically a little cute lump of fun, in a baby swing. But this year, COMPLETELY different story. And I'm wearing down, wearing thin. Mommy needs some rejuvenation time.
And this week - just being a very bumpy road - isn't helping that final push that I need to make. Nothing terribly bad, just bumpy. An "off" week, where things just aren't clicking. Things just aren't going right. And I feel that I'm running late for everything - rushing just to keep up.
...The dog is vomiting all night - and all day, have to get something from the vet. Forgot my phone when I left the house. Forgot my sunglasses (I HAVE to have my sunglasses to drive). Going for a run on the treadmill at the Y - the machine was flipping back and forth between miles and kilometers. And was taking about 3 minutes to respond to any speed changes I made. Which led to me running REALLY fast for about 5 minutes. Too fast. Then it slowed down and I was going too slow. Neither of which you want to do on a treadmill - especially if you're me, with my not-so-gracefulness! So. That was just one day. Before it was even 10am!
...I tried to get a haircut appointment. Long story short - it just didn't happen. But not without utter frustration. And then the computer was acting up - and I got so mad and frustrated that I cried. I'm a "mad crier" - but all those tears left me with laryngitis. Oops.
I feel like I'm just fighting through this week. And it reminded me of my favorite book for the girls. It may not be their favorite, but it's mine. A Good Day. The back cover reads "what can make a bad day a good day? You decide"
So I went forward in my day looking for a way for it to be better. And I couldn't do this alone. I realized that of course, I needed God to turn my day - and my attitude around. I was letting all the "stuff" get to me. When it's not about that.
So I had someone watching the kids yesterday morning so I could run some "kid-free" errands. It didn't start as planned. But I just had to believe there was a reason that I was running late and had to shift things around. I did a walk-in haircut, dropped my gross puke-smelling comforter off at the cleaners and got some clip-in cycle shoes for spin class all in less than two hours! The speed that I can have without the girls in tow...
And my bad day that was ending my bad week... I was worried about the haircut, going to the walk-in place. Last time they just didn't do it right. But I got this great lady. It was just a simple thing - that I needed today. And then at the cycle shop, the lady that was helping me, I had met Monday in a class that she was teaching at the Y. She was great, helpful, and fun to talk to -- and the shoes...on sale!!
I know that my day and my attitude didn't change by anything that I did. God blessed my day. Because I was willing to see what He was going to do. Even broken, whiny and exhausted as I was. A Good Day.
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