Does it count as complaining if I couch this in comedy as a cautionary tale?
I hope not.
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Ok, so Wednesday night, I decided after seeing stuff about Lent on Facebook that this year might be a good one to participate again. I couldn’t, however, think of anything practical to give up, so it went to the way-side. Last night, a day late, I came across more stuff about Lent, and then some inspirational stuff about stopping complaining and trying to view the positive and be thankful for it.
Well, after getting the idea in my head I liked it.
It might have helped if I’d concentrated on the right end of that idea, though.
So last night I set myself up for success by staying up even later than normal. Genus, right?
This morning came far too fast when Kathleen woke up an hour earlier than usual.
Then we had a present from a dog on the kitchen floor. Eew!
Things went normally for a bit as I did my little morning routine while baby watched Kipper, then I got a bowl of cereal. That’s when she decided it was imperative that she be held…Right Now!
No can do, Pumpkin, I have my hands full with the need for fuel. So she wore down my patience with heartbreaking cries between kisses and momentary distractions of shiny toys. I, not the fastest eater in the world due to a tummy that does not take kindly to it, did my best to wolf down my food.
After changing her diaper we head for bed again, where she naps for an hour, two hours early.
She wakes up and we exit the bedroom heading for her changing table…
And encounter a very proud of himself Labrador finishing off the nose of her changing table teddy.
Can this day get any more fun?
Yes. Yes, it can.
I go to microwave some leftovers for an early lunch and the breaker for the kitchen goes. So, I go to find Lonnie and tell him what kind of day I’m having. He goes and flips the breaker back on and holds Kathleen while I get started eating.
Uh, so that’s been the day so far. I spent the entire time looking for things to Not complain about. See the problem?
Now, what could this day have gone like if I’d been concentrating on the second half of the saying? What if I had been looking for the positive? The things to be thankful for?
Well, for starters, we all woke up this morning. No one came down with a surprise cold. Baby’s diaper didn’t overflow. See? A whole list of things before even getting out of bed.
I could have been thankful Lonnie remembered to get the trash out the night before, so there wasn’t much for him to clean up.
We had cereal and milk for me to eat.
When I got her to bed Kathleen fell asleep quickly and solidly, which allowed me to take a bit of a nap, too.
After waking up, she eliminated quickly, so I was able to clean it up with only one wipe.
The dog, while oh so proud of his taking out of the evil stuffed animal, did not argue with me when I took the poor thing away from him. And he hadn’t had time to do more damage than removing the nose. It will take a bit of work to fix it, but it is salvageable and still cute.
When I told Lonnie about the blown breaker he didn’t complain or procrastinate. He put aside what he was doing and fixed the problem. Then he held and entertained the baby while I ate the bulk of my food. And, now, rather than going back to his project, he’s hanging out with us, watching silly sci-fi stuff helping corral baby so I can get this blog post out.
See? If I’d looked at the day (as I will now be viewing the rest of Lent) in that light I probably wouldn’t have ended up in a foul mood. Thankfully it was temporary, because I thought about this blog and all of you, and the fact that it might entertain and possible enlighten someone.
Even more to be thankful for.
Thank you for reading this.
Thank you for being my friends.
So, how about a little post themed entertainment from Mr. Perry Como?
Now if you’ll excuse me, Kathleen has a book and an expectant look.
Time to go read to my baby.