Just having a template to start with really helped me get focused on making a plan. Today, will be better than yesterday. My family will be feed.
For another affirmation that I am not always negative, I was told by my BFF that I should have been a cheerleader since I am always smiling and happy. And when she saw her daughter shaking it out on the field it reminded her of me....she knew that I would have gotten into it and I would have. Having a family doesn't allow you to go to places where shaking it is acceptable. And I love to shake it. So, now I do Zumba. Geez..I am old. ZUMBA...ZUMBA has replaced salsa clubs...Wow! Wait.. I will take Zumba..less drama! So yes I am a happy person. When I see people I am happy. I am truly excited to see them. I want to know about their day. I want to know their happies and their sads. I really do. So maybe when I am writing I am alone and being alone makes me negative? I wonder why? I believe I like myself. I believe everyone should live as I do (not really..but kinda) Only because I do try to live the best that I can. I appreciate everything I have. I believe I have way more than I need. I want to give more (but do I give to my kids and they become spoiled or do I help others who are struggling just like my college boys). I manage my money to the best of my abilities. I really try not to be wasteful. When I see my husband grab a plastic spoon to eat at home it drives me insane! really insane.
Parties, office kitchens, food courts is where plastic ware is acceptable. Not in a home with a dishwasher. I must get all plastic out of my house. In order to do that the mother in law must move out. Yes, she lives with us and I allow her to run my house. Why? Well, because she loves things a certain way and I don't want to fight over it. It makes her feel comfortable and my husband less stressed if we are all getting along. And if I make a big deal on what type of toilet seat I would like my guest to sit on...well. It makes him miserable because the MIL wants a plastic cushion seat and I want a nice heavy sturdy seat. Guess who lost the fight? Me. It's not hard to make someone feel selfish and stupid when they are crying over a toilet seat. So, she got her ugly toilet seat and my husband still has some of his hair left. And for me well, I stopped worrying about it and moved on because I do realize I have been blessed with a lot. And unfortunately, she is a widow with no place to go. This situation becomes such a reality when we argue over little things. Actually, I only argue with her in my head. We never actually argue. We push everything through my hubby. Poor guy. She has lately tried to make smart ass remarks to me but I always come back with "what did you say?" in a nice voice. This to me gives her the opportunity to realize what she thought in her head actually came out of her mouth. And she can either rephrase what she just said or repeat it with more force. Thankfully, she has chosen to rephrase it because I really don't want to fight with her. Don't get me wrong I have some very selfish feelings about all this that I push way deep down. I want my house to myself. I want to wash my dishes and clothes the way I want to. With the music blaring through the house. I want to sew all hours of the night and not worry about keeping her awake. I have worked hard for my very own cottage.
I deserve all those things. I do. And I want them. But at what price? Maybe I want everyone to like me because when I think of "at what price"....I see myself on the stake like Joan of Arch being burned to death. And everyone in my family chatting on "You deserve to burn for washing your own dishes" ...."How dare you expect to pick your own toilet seat!" Yes, a little dramatic but I do feel that way. Who knows I am now 40 and maybe with age I will learn to fight with kind words to get my toilet seat. (Just so you know....she picked out the dryer recently too.) Right now the only words that want to come out of my mouth is that "This house is mine..mine..mine" Ha..Ha yeah right! Reality is that she will live with us until one day she will decide to move out...and then we will be sad when she is gone. Why? because it's not everyday that we need a new toilet seat or a new dryer. She is my family and we need to stay together. In the end that is all we have. One day I will travel the earth and admire it's beauty and forget all about the ugly toilet seat. And remember how for more than a couple of years KK got to spend time with her Granny. So, for now if you come to visit beware of the cracked cushion toilet seat in my guest restroom. It will probably scratch your butt...so Squat.