The Bank Holiday was quiet, really quiet. Hubby had to work and Teen Boy was at his boarding school, so I had Teen Girl asleep half of the day and the small people playing nicely almost all day.
Yes, I did say that – almost all day. I know, miracle, right? There was a wobble when I *persuaded* them to play outside for half an hour and B protested, loudly, but it happened. And then it all went a bit pear-shaped in the evening, but basically it was a good day.
Last night however. Urgh. Poor M was visited by the Anxiety Fairy, repeatedly. Which meant I kept getting woken up too, to reassure her that her tummy pains were most likely because she was anxious about school after a three day weekend, and not because she was likely to be sick. It’s not easy being awake enough at 3 am to talk through breathing exercises with an uptight eight year old but I think I managed it, as finally after three attempts she was back in her bed and stayed there.
This morning, naturally, she was very tired so the school run was anything but cheerful. I am staggering through the day and trying not to take a nap in case it prevents me sleeping tonight, but I wanted to buck myself up a bit as when I’m tired I tend to mope and it can become a downward spiral.
So, I went for a short walk. I always have my phone in my pocket, it’s like my security blanket I suppose, and I snapped a few pictures that made me smile. The quality is rubbish as it’s not a great phone, but I’ll put them up in case you like them too.
They reminded me that even when I’m feeling particularly crap, there is beauty in the world, and if I literally take the time to stop and smell the flowers, then just perhaps, I can tip the balance in favour of a happy day.