change your mind

After the fourth night in a row of the baby waking up 3+ times, my sleep deprived self was cursing this guy as he was screaming for someone to get him out of bed at 6:30. Sure, it was only 15 minutes earlier than the alarm, but I was steamed. Then, the baby woke up (again) and I was mad at her. Then, Sis wanted breakfast and Buddy asked for a drink and I was mad at them. And then... By God's grace I was reminded that THEY were all acting exactly as children in their specific stages of life do. It was ME that needed an attitude adjustment. And I heard the familiar words of my husband telling me that the day didn't have to be bad, just because the night and the morning were. So, I let Fox eat a red lollipop at 7:30am and I summoned the energy to dance in the kitchen with BB and Buddy. And suddenly, my day wasn't wrecked anymore. We even made it to the doc for a well visit and survived the grocery with no meltdowns. Sometimes it's easier for me to wallow and be the "woe is me" person, but the hard work of choosing joy seems infinitely more fruitful. Right?