I am an optimistic girl. I have never had much patience for other people's bad moods. Life is too short, snap out of it, look at the bright side! I also feel responsible for the happiness of so many other people around here, I can't allow myself to get depressed. No sir, I have to remain stable and sane! Plus, I KNOW that God sends all things for my very best, what's there to be sad about?
Yet...yet...sometimes, I don't know, I just feel like hiding out somewhere and crying. I haven't felt so great in a few weeks, the pediatrician's office called yesterday to inform me that Camille's throat culture showed group a strep. Do I have it too? Do I feel like going to the dr. office today to find out? What if I have to step on the dreaded scale? Oh dang, I am gonna cry. I have tried so hard, avoided the yummy stuff, but still can't get off of this long arduous plateau, and can I even call it a plateau when it's clearly 20 pounds more than I was last year? Oh poor me. Yet, I know it's my fault. I could have exercised more, eaten less, skipped those popcorn nights...it all adds up, and each and every action has an equal and unpositive weight gain. I can't eat like I used to, and I don't. But I have also strayed from my strictness that helped me lose all the weight a few years ago.
Crying about it is useless, but don't mind if I do anyway.
This HAS been a long cold winter, and it seems like all I do is clean up the house and do the dishes and laundry and then do it all over again. But hey, there are treasures to be found in all these things, I just need to lift my vision....
Last evening, we had a really good time. We had corned beef and roasted red potatoes, boiled cabbage and carrots (I added some of the corned beef and lots of the juices to the boiling pot, it flavored the cabbage nicely). Mirielle made an awesome homemade chocolate cake, then let the little girls help frost it.
Camille and Charlotte Claire and Jonathan
Mirielle made the frosting and let them have at it....Miss Char.
Miss Camille had a turn...
They were pretty proud of themselves.
I asked for a small slice, as the voice in my head screeched for me to not do it. I broke off a little piece, then gave the rest to Abigail. It was just too good,then it got passed out, and was gone, phew. I think I have to stop even having those tastes if I want to get back to losing weight again. Seriously.
Anyway, Emily and Abigail came over last night for dinner and to hang around for a bit. Joseph had his friends Andrew and Adrian over for a bit, so we had a full house, and a full dinner table. I stayed up too late and got up too early. Camille is still in bed, the rest of the kids went to school except for homeschooling Kathryn, Jonathan went home with Abigail last night with some math problems, and a few writing assignments, and instructions to read about the Ukraine.
I think I will be smart and call the dr.....