it won't sluff off no matter how hard i try
a grand effort must be staged to convince my semi-comatose self to dust off even the easiest of projects
you know, things like taking a shower and putting on something other than what i slept in...
but the grand effor it always worth it. the weight lightens.
i've read that 93% of our communication is non-verbal.
and in keeping that staggering fact in mind, i've begun to realize that i don't make it a habit to smile, even if my insides are smiling. worse yet, if my insides are in anguish...well, my outsides share that same message.
a smile can change the feel of a room. a day. an entire situation.
when i smile, i don't take myself quite so seriously.
i find it easier to laugh when i spill my morning coffee all over my stack of important paperwork...or at least, i find it easier not to scowl :)
anything before 7am is considered rediculous in my book
when i peered through my eyelids, foster had already snagged my iphone and was playing some sort of video game in bed beside me.
(side note: i hate video games. hate them. but at 6:45am? i love video games...i want to marry video games and live a long and happy gaming life together :)
rowan was already downstairs, plotting how to pour his own orange juice.
the troops were ready to start the day, while me and my eyelids were not.
a grand effort was staged to convince my overly-comatose self to move even an inch.
then two inches. three. and finally i reached vertical vertigo.
i could hear emery stirring, no doubt from the video games and orange juice debacle.
i made a day altering decision.
i took out every single toy and bin and castle i could find and set them up all over the downstairs like a giant village filled with every imaginable inhabitant.
to say the troops were excited was an understatement.
part of my smile issue is connected to the motivation issue which is connected to me existing.
existing makes for an uncreative mom who is a bystander to the ongoing fun.
existing is the worst way to spend life...and lately, i have been existing.
today, we didn't exist...we played.
the more we played, the more my coma lifted and creativity ensued.
the boys headed upstairs to build a "zoobrary" out of their bunkbeds (from the book "Wild About Books") and i had the rare chance to have emery all to myself.
when we finally ventured upstairs, i found 2 tigers defending their tiger babies.
today i'm going to remind myself to smile. even if i don't feel like it. even if i feel semi-comatose inside.
a grand effort must be staged
otherwise these frown lines will take over my face and i'll never get them to leave :)