On Day 7, I got post!

Today has been hard, not gonna lie.  The weekend has taken its toll, and I am looking at my calendar with a completely full week, looking round at the washing up, lounge, washing, blinds, and doing the maths.  I am fairly sure I don't have enough spoons.  

I have accepted all help offered though, and I am feeling incredibly guilty about having to turn down helping others, but it is time rather than willing that is the issue.

Anyway, I managed to get a short nap in before going to see the Dude in his school assembly.  The actual assembly was, erm, in need of TLC? but Dude himself impressed me - he spoke loudly, clearly, and confidently... something I have never managed to do!

On the way home I had a parcel to pick up.  I had a rough idea what it was, but it still made me well up (happy tears) when I opened it to find the chocolate brownies that a friend had made and posted to me to make me smile.  

I would share a picture of the actual brownies but they are a little pile of crumbs now so not overly great as a photo!

Day 6 - I'm nearly a week in?!??!?!

Ok, so they are only short entries most of the time, but they matter.  This is doing what I hoped it would, and making me reflect back on the day in a positive way.

I am about to go and curl up in bed because I walked for a while today and my legs feel like they will fall off.  My house is a state, dishes need doing, clothes overflowing everywhere... before that was making me feel like an absolute failure.  Now, I'm not happy with it by any means, but I don't see it as my life falling apart.  It's a glitch.

Today has been another day with many highlights, Auntie Suzie is home for B's birthday visit, so we have had a fun day playing with the children and just general family time.

The Happy Moment officially though is Dude and rugby.

Season is over, and today was awards day when they all get little trophies and certificates.  What they also get though is a few sentences said about them.  I was half expecting the generic "Todd improved this year" type thing, but it wasn't.  They were a few sentences said by people who genuinely cared enough to pay attention to each individual child.

My boy's "bit" started off by saying that this trophy was going to The Lumberjack, and then his name was called.  He is apparently known for always trying to take down the biggest tree on the opposing team, and they have high hopes for him when he is actually allowed to tackle next season.  

The Lumberjack

Rugby has been a hard slog at times.  He's struggled to bond with the team members who have been there since birth (well, pretty much), he's had weeks where he has shut down and refused to play, but through the wind and rain, he's powered through and achieved so much.  Seeing his face as he heard how he was being described made me realise that it has given him all I hoped it was, and that it will only improve next season.

Day 5

Let me start by saying that Day Five was a triumph from the outset due to not having a hangover!  I have absolutely no clue how that happened as I drank most of Bournemouth at the bbq on the Friday.

Anyway, again, it was a really good day.  It was one of those days where I just kinda got to "be" with Furball.  There is always so much going on, that times when it is just us, with no responsibilities and no jobs that must be done, are very very precious to me.  Yes, we're both a bit broken at the moment, but it doesn't stop time together making me happy.

Oh, and we got to see Spiderman 2!

Maybe that was the happy thing... Furball.... Spidey.... I'm so confused!

Ok, ok, it would have been a happy day even without Spidey...

Yeah yeah I'm three days behind... Day 4!

So the boy child is being a git (he's tired and rargh), and I thought that happy things would help right now!  Hearing "You're always too tired for me" really didn't help my mood...

So, Friday was Day 4.

Friday in general was an awesome day actually, I dragged Stray to playgroup, went to Fabricland, got B a shiny new cast, and then had a really fun night drinking and playing games (and with fire) with friends.

I think the highlight for me though was probably creating Barry.

Furball and I are going away in a few weeks for a gaming weekend.  There will be board games and card games and RPGs.  One of the RPGs we are playing though is called Monsters and Other Childish Things and I am really looking forward to it.  My character is a girl a similar age to B, and her monster is Barry Cottontail, a two headed, split personality bunny.  The rule is that you have to have a crayon drawing of your monster.  It serves absolutely no purpose in the game, but must still happen.

So, I did all the things that I needed to do at playgroup on Friday (obviously nothing to do with my child, that would be madness!), and then I set about to create Barry.

The head with green eyes is the less sociable one, he is more likely to chew you with his pointy teeth and attack you with his claws, the blue eyed head on the other hand will fill you with calm and a sense of snuggles.  Sometimes they scrap, hence Blue's slightly gnawed ears.

Sometimes happiness is letting out your inner child.

Day Three... Urgh it's a hard one

Ok, so today hasn't been a negative day by any means, but I am exhausted.  I phoned for my blood results and am now even more baffled as to wtf is wrong with me.  That, plus work, and much running about hasn't exactly brought joy and laughter.

BUT... it doesn't have to be side splitting humour happy, just happy happy.

B has been muttering about having hair like Elsa's coronation for a while now.  

I've looked at lots of pictures, forced myself to watch Let It Go on a loop (it was torture I tell you, but I sat through it, I knew to conceal, not feel, and not let them know), and eventually came up with a rough concept for making it a reality.

Today was the first attempt, and I'm quite chuffed really!  *grin*

Oh the other happy thing is that the Dude is spending the night with Furball.  He was all excited and it was nice to see him bouncy for a change.

Day Two! This is why we can't have nice things...

Go me, this is like two whole days before I forgot!

No formatting or pictures etc as I'm on a phone app.

Today has been an awesome day actually,  lots of positive happy moments.   I think the highlight was probably shooting arrows with Astra.

She's been bullied into LARP.  I can't mock too much as I caved on that subject last year but still... Anyway,  she's going armed with a bow therefore weapons practice was necessary!

All was going well, I was hitting (I have no clue how... uh I mean obviously) and she was missing the target.  Then we decided enough with these poncey larp arrows,  let's use real ones!

Turns out I am used to shooting poncey larp arrows.  Real ones fly further...  I heard it go into the tree but not land.  I hunted.  Stray hunted.  I hunted some more.  Just as I'd decided that all was lost and I was buying more arrows, I remembered that I have wasted far too much of my life lately playing Hidden Shadows on Facebook.   I'm trained in finding random crap in trees dammit!  And lo, the arrow was found.  Some branches shaken later and it was back where it belonged!

P.S.  Oh... I also broke her bow string

P.P.S  I don't think I'm going to be allowed to play again.

30 Happy Days

I'm struggling lately, I'm exhausted most of the time and it is frustrating me to tears, plus the rest of life isn't exactly going according to plan.

I've been seeing the 100 Happy Days photos on Facebook and they have been making me smile, but I am very aware that a) I am likely to be distracted way before 100 and then will get annoyed with myself for "failing" and b) Not all my happy things are photo moments, some are just moments.

So, I figured I will do 30 days.  A month (give or take) of just one positive moment a day being written down.  It doesn't have to be huge, just a reminder that every day gives a smile.

If it gets late in the day and I haven't posted, please, for the love of Joss, nudge me to do it.  If I don't he may kill off one of your beloved characters, or worse, keep Robin alive.  None of us wants to experience Agent Phil again.

Anyway, today I shall start early.  Today I woke hearing "They gave me fcking Rocket Raccoon!!!!"

I accept that to most people that isn't something that would stand out as a happy moment, but it made me laugh.  Furball has been a leetle bit focused on Avengers Alliance on Facebook, and there has been some PvP thing he has been doing.  I could go into very extensive detail, but the TL:DR version is that finishing in level B meant one thing (which he wanted), finishing in Level A meant getting Rocket Raccoon (not wanted).  Some glitch last night meant that they decided that to not piss everyone off, they bumped up all the final levels... that nudged him into A.

I had been listening to a lot of muttering about RR last night, so that cry of dismay this morning was far too amusing.

Relationships are meant to be built on enjoying the other person's suffering, right?