Happiness

isn't a feeling. It's a choice we make. Am I content to have this, or do I covet something newer, better? Am I making the most of where I am, or am I always wishing I were somewhere else?
 
Today it's been a bit difficult to make the right choice. Sick toddler, contrary preschooler, and a growing a baby is quite enough to make one tired. And I am. Tired, that is. I look around me, at the messy domain that is my home, and I just don't know where to start. I want it to be clean, but for once, I don't want to be the one to clean it. Just once, I'd like my preschooler to pick up her own toys. It's not going to happen, so I need to shut down the computer and just start somewhere, anywhere - so when my husband comes home, he comes home to a tidy, quiet home where he can find peace and rest. Oh yes, and happiness, too!
 
XOXO,
Sarah

Comments

The Hopeful Elephant said…
I am so there with you. So there. And sometimes, I let it stay dirty---hoping that the husband notices and says "Gee Honey, looks like it was a rough day..." But he never does.

Here's to choosing happiness today! Hooray!

love you lots.
February 19, 2010 at 12:10 AM
Anonymous said…
You have to express more your opinion to attract more readers, because just a video or plain text without any personal approach is not that valuable. But it is just form my point of view
February 22, 2010 at 7:51 AM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

24 hours later...

Philippa Jane was born this morning at 3:53AM, weighing 5 pounds 12 1/2 ounces. Pictures have been taken, but haven't been uploaded to the computer yet. The birth was perfect, and we're both well - and obviously, home less than 24 hours later. Taking a few days to rest and get to know each other. Photos and birth story to follow in a few days! XOXO, Sarah
Keep reading

Sorry for the long absence...

I’ve been a little busy. My waters broke unexpectedly, starting a chain of events that ended in the birth of our third daughter, M. I was in hospital for a week, and was taken care of by many lovely midwives, nurses, and doctors. We came home on Wednesday, and I’ve been taken care of by my husband and his mum, which has allowed me to ease back into life. Friends have offered help in various ways, such as transporting C to and from preschool, advice, comfort, meals, PRAYER!!!, and just plain old company, which does wonders for this weary soul. My husband has been amazing in so many ways, but especially in his eagerness to help out with more domestic things. The fact that he is willing to do these things takes off that bit of pressure, and means that as and when I’m able to do it, I can – but don’t feel like I HAVE to. So I’m recuperating well, and so far don’t feel too overwhelmed. Just thankful to see my little? family completed, and enjoying each moment. Even the ones filled with poo,...
Keep reading

I can not control the universe and everyone in it!

A very wise friend of mine said to me recently, "You can't control 'x', it's not your job." ( the 'x' is mine, as I don't feel like explaining what 'x' is representing) And she's right. I'm trying to do God's job again, because things aren't happening as quickly as I think they should. It's not like I don't know that, so why do I keep coming up against it? Nearly all the stress I'm feeling is simply because I'm trying to handle more than I need to. It's just so hard to let go, you know? I have about 3 situations that are completely out of my control, and two of those are a result of the third. So my friends, please pray for me. Pray that God will unclench my fingers, so I can let go of these heavy, heavy burdens.   Now on to the parenting bits. I'm struggling, I admit. So what else is new? We've encountered a new kind of interesting behaviour - shoving and hitting. Not each other, but...
Keep reading