It’s just one of those days. I’m guessing that we all have
them but I’d really prefer that I didn’t. There are the happy days, the sad days,
the intense days, the emotional days, or the sick days; there even the just a day days. Then
there are there are the days that are just…blah. Nothing fits or fixes. I try
indulging myself but that just increases the lethargy so I try pumping up the
energy but that just frustrates me. Often I feel that if I could only just
identify the issue, I could snap out of it.
But the issue is just oh so ever elusive. Oh, I think that I could probably
identify some of the core but that’s not really a fix in a day sort of thing.
Kathleen refused her nap this morning, wanted to nurse
multiple times and then would fuss to be laid down only to pop up with a
chuckle (I have this theory that nursing babies are VERY in tune to their
mama’s hormones.), but she finally decided that the game was over. Cecily
climbed into Kathleen’s crib and then fell on her cheek bone on the way back
out; no concussion or breakage, just a large bruise. Aneliese spent the morning
playing in our closest with her “children” which entails dressing them in her
sisters clothes. But right now, each of my sweet daughters are sleeping, bless
them. I’m really hoping that they will
sleep for the next hour.
I’m going to indulge for a time (whilst trying to ignore the
slightly guilty feelings of all that needs doing before our thanksgiving
festivities) by looking at things like lovely linens, red striped grain sacks,
and milk paint. I’m enjoying daydreaming about some pretty things, sipping hot
tea, and munching on a sweet chocolate-y treat. And in the midst of that, I am
writing this. I could be doing lots of other quite beneficial things, but maybe
this is the best thing right now. Actually, for the first time all day, I am
feeling the haze of Blah start to shift. And to clarify, it isn’t because the
kids are sleeping, although that may be a tad bit helpful.
Perhaps it is the eternal optimist/idealist in me, but even
when I talk about something that I am struggling with, I can’t help but see the
silver lining though it might have taken the talking to see it.. It’s a gorgeous fall day and really it can’t slip away
unappreciated. So when the girls wake up, we are going to walk to our neighbors
house to select many pumpkins for our upcoming harvest party. It is entirely possible that I am going to
stay on the couch until then. And…they are awake.
What causes blah days for you? What are some of the ways that you get through them?
I find I am the best when I do what you do too- look at something inspiring and pretty or dream. That is the only way I ever slightly recover. If I try to fix myself or get over it or such it ends up way worse too! I totally hear you!:) I loved that you pointed out that the beauty enabled you to get out despite the blah. I find beauty and dreaming lifts me like no other. Beautiful post.
Ha, and here I thought P had taken to reading and commenting on my blog ;).
That is weird that it signed me to that name.
It was Kmarie…just in case:)
I definitely feel like yesterday and today were "blah days" for me too. And at least in both those cases, just getting out of the house helped. I am coming down with a cold and really didn’t have energy for a walk (which is my usual tactic), but since we now–as of this week–have two vehicles I took the luxury and piling into the van and driving. All we’ve done is errands, but somehow it still helped. Maybe in my case the kids are just too bored to play nicely, and so the distraction is all it takes. And for me it took less energy to get in the van then pile the kids in a shopping cart and get an errand done, than to battle with them at home over disobedience, shouting indoors…. not that I suggest that always going out when mothering gets tough is a good solution, but some days, I think it is.
okay, so I definitely don’t go by my maiden name… haha. I’ll have to work on my "signing in" attempts before I comment again on here. 🙂
Today was a bit like that except I could definitely attribute mine to my wonky hormones. I always look at the bright side too when I’m blogging. It’s hard not too. I hope the day ended well. If you need a pick me up I can always send over your most adoring little two year old to visit. And I’m so psyched for the party coming up.