Life is Short and Hard Like a Body Building Elf

I started writing this post last night in my head, while I was laying face down on my bed in a heap of exhaustion and despair and giving up-ness (yes, that's a word I just created.) And, I am so glad that I didn't write it at that moment, because it would have taken on a slightly depressing tone.

Now, I am feeling better. I partly feel better because I slept a good 10 hours last night. But, I also feel better because I have been trying so hard with all my might to do one thing - be happy. Be happy right now. Not when "things get better" or when "Ozzie stops puking on my new rug" or when "I have a good hair day." Yes, it's really hard to do, but when you are super focused on it, it gets easier.

So, what got me laying in a heap on my bed last night?

Well, aside from the array of random things going on my personal life, there seems to be a curse o'er my house. For about the past month or so, one thing after the other has been breaking down. First it was the garbage disposal, then it was the garage door opener, then, it was the refrigerator. Yesterday morning I had to throw away all of the food in my freezer because it was a sopping, disgusting, mess. Then, I realized the fridge had gotten warm too, and most of the food in there had to be thrown away too (save for my block of blue cheese, which surely would have thrown me over the edge). The boys helped me carry all of the salvageable food out to the garage fridge (silver linings -- I have a garage fridge, and the boys actually did something helpful.)

Then we headed to bath time, which is always a questionable endeavor. It could be pleasant and calm, or it could be a shit storm, and you guessed it, it was a shit storm. After asking Sam to put on his pjs thirty two times, I finally gave up when he came out of the bathroom wearing his Tball medal around his neck and nothing else (it's beside the point why his Tball medal is in the bathroom). That's when I just laid on my bed.

But, a funny thing happened. The boys sat down next to me. Asking me what was wrong, to which I could only reply I was so so tired. They stayed with me, playing with their toys. Laying on top of me, jumping around me. Sam eventually put on his pjs. Even in the midst of feeling sorry for myself I felt so grateful for my boys, and how they knew that I just couldn't take it.

When I woke up today, after taking the boys to school, looking like a homeless person (like I sometimes do), I decided I was going to do my hair real nice-like, and wear heels today because gosh darn it, I may have lost all of the fish sticks and milk, but I will turn this day around.

And, slowly, the day got better.

I don't know if it was the power of positive thinking, or the fact that Abe told a friend that he was related to George Lucas. (True story. If you are friends with me on Facebook, you can hear about the whole story), but my day ended up happy.

So, this is a lesson. I am writing this down so I don't forget this. Because, I just KNOW that something else is going to break in my house, and something else is going to happen to make me sad, and things aren't going to go just the way I wanted them to. Again. And again. And, yet again. But, I will try really hard to try to be happy. And also to do my hair, and maybe, just maybe not look like a homeless person at school drop off.

Yeah, what's up now Oprah. SUPAH SOUL SUNDAYYYYYY IN THE HIZZY!

(Title is courtesy of Bloodhound Gang)