In a Funk

Lately, I've been a little more frustrated and irritated than usual.

I'd love to blame it on the humid weather, but that's really not it. I have a bad habit of letting the little things get to me a little too much.

- I was frustrated that Steve's awesome work repainting the side of our house was stalled for over a week and a half because of bad weather.

- I was irritated that plans made far in advance were being changed or cancelled (You think I would know, from being a parent, that this is just par for the course. Instead it gnawed at me).

- I was disappointed that training in my new job wasn't happening as quickly as I was hoping.

In other words, the little things started to get me down to the point that I was getting short and snippy with everyone- husband, kids and dogs included.

Everyone is allowed a funk once in a while. But I knew I had to dig myself out of it because it had been going on a little too long. I organized our closet (dorky, but this is the kind of thing that puts me in a better mood) and set up an "Invitation to Play" for the kids- I put out fake flowers, glass beads and clear cups for them to make bouquets with.

They loved it and I felt productive. It's then that I made a deal with myself:

I need to just take life day by day and realize that there will always be things that are out of my control. I need to bloom where I am planted, which can mean several things, but for me, right now, it means I need to be productive and make the most of every day, despite what might be happening around me.

I need to shake off any negativity and soldier on. It's amazing how much work that feels like sometimes.