9 HUGS, 3 children, 6 adults (1 husband, 1 neighborhood friend, 2 waste disposal workers, 1 friend at karate class, 1 employee at The Little Gym)
The morning started off pleasant enough. I home schooled my 4 year old and went for a nice walk with a neighbor. Next thing I knew, I was flying off the handle because the kids weren’t listening and were picking up their toys too slow for my liking. I huffed around the house for some time thinking how miserable I was and how I just didn’t want to be happy. Then, I read this great post from one of my favorite bloggers at radical ramblings and thoughts of a southern girl. What was I waiting for in order to be happy? The kids to all of a sudden listen? To finally have a little alone time? If I really thought about that I would realize that one day I will get that. When the kids have left and I am alone. That doesn’t sound quite so appealing either. So, I made the decision. Today I will be happy. I will be happy through the tantrums, them not listening, through the coke that was spilled on my driver’s seat just as we are about to leave. I will be happy through it all.
hee hee, it worked. I showed up to the waste disposal site and gave the 2 guys ginormous hugs, including the bearded guy I haven’t seen in a long time. He was so happy to see me, yay! I then took my 4 year old to karate at The Little Gym for a make up class because we had other obligations on Tuesday. I struck up a conversation with another mom and after about one minute she looked at me and said, “don’t I know you?” I agreed that I was pretty sure we had met before. She said, “you live in that neighborhood with my friend. you are the hugger.” Why, yes I am. She then asked how it was going and I let her know that it is going great and that she just guaranteed herself a big old hug before the class was over.
So, now it is 7:30 and I am happy. Not because I am forcing it, but just because I am. (Hugs will do that to you.)
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.