Constants
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I’m running on about 4 hours of sleep. Oh, not from last night. From the last two nights combined. It’s ok, you can feel really bad for me. This first day with only a couple hours of sleep was doable. But last night? Not so much. I challenge you to try and sleep with a 21 pound dumbbell on your chest. cannot. be. done.
Bean’s going on day two of a fever and will only sleep in the arms of his mommy. I know it’s super cute, but as my back becomes more and more contorted, it’s harder to appreciate.
When I looked in the mirror this morning, I nearly gasped in horror. Grey-faced, blood shot eyes and rat’s nest hair are a lethal combination, I tell you. But I couldn’t go to the doctor’s office with Bean and to work feeling sorry for myself and snapping at everyone in sight — The Mister is kind of a saint for putting up with me over these past few days; I stay happy and positive for Bean and then take it all out on him. oops.
I needed an intervention.
So I did what any other mother would do. I threw on some eyeliner, slapped on some lip balm, smoothed out my rat’s nest and chugged.
A Snapple.
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It may sound silly, but with each sip, my world got better.
I put on my skinny jeans, plastered a smile on my face, hugged my Mister and started singing about fish — or trees — or waffles (I sing about a lot of random things)
Because your attitude is what you make it. And sometimes, you gotta fake it till ya make it. Today, I managed to trick myself into thinking I’m in an INCREDIBLE mood! Power of positive thinking — it works, people.
With the help of Snapple, of course.
What are your constants? What brings your day back when you feel it getting away from you?
Snapples? Cookies? Coffee? A Good cry?
For me, it’s Snapple, a hug from my Mister and a smile from my man.
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