How 10 busy hours made me happy
How could 10 busy hours make me happy, you ask? Well, sit back and I'll tell you.
Since I got back from South Dakota, I've pretty much stayed on vacation. To say my house is sorely in need of good cleaning is an understatement.
The dog hair dust bunnies have started to growl when you get too close. Yes, I need to clean.
Just because I'm a SAHM, doesn't mean a good housekeeper. In fact, I'm pretty terrible at it. Oh, I can get things really clean and looking good; I just have a really hard time keeping things that way.
I also have two dogs and two tweeners to help in not keeping things that way.
I'm also a product of my depression era parents who never threw anything away. I struggle to throw anything away, but I do try to focus on reduce, reuse, recycle.
So....what about the 10 busy hours?
Today was my day to help at church, so I volunteered from around 9 am until 11 am. Then, I had a bite to eat. Soon, I was out the door and on a mission. (2 hours)
First, the bank, then Gamestop to return one Nintendo DS game and get another, then the UPS store, then Walgreens, then Aldi, and then home by 1:30 pm. (2.5 hours)
Once home, the groceries got put away, the dogs got fed, the kitchen got cleaned, the laundry got started, dinner got served, and the kitchen got cleaned again. Now it was 6:30 pm. (5.5 hours)
The flowers even made it into the vase, instead of a mason jar!
By the time I had finished eating and my youngest - the slowest eater I've ever known (even when she was nursing) - was still finishing her dinner, I found myself in a very playful mood.
The poor kid was trying to tell me about her new DS game I brought home, and I kept making silly faces at her. She'd giggle, then start her sentence over; I'd make a face, she'd giggle...and round and round we went.
She even said, "Mom, you're so silly tonight!" My hubby said, "Well, you're in a good mood."
OK. I know I'm peri-menopausal, but am I really that grumpy most of the time? Yikes!
My house was back on track, I'd gotten important things done and I felt good. I felt accomplished. I felt happy. 10 busy hours really did make me happy.
No, nothing makes us happy; we choose to be happy. I felt good, because I'd done well for my family.
There was bread in the house again. My disappointed little girl, who had purchased a game she already owned due to a mistake by the staff at Gamestop, was thrilled with her new game, my oldest was ecstatic over the caramel apples and pomegranates in the fridge, and my guy appreciated the hard work I'd put in.
Yup. I was happy. I AM happy. I'm especially happy now, because I'm sitting on my backside, feeling accomplished, writing my blog, watching Monday Night Football, while snuggling with to two snoring, farty pugs.
Life is good.
My next 10 busy hours? Tomorrow. It's me or Mount Saint Laundry, but one of us has to go.
Proverbs 10:4 (NIV)
4 Lazy hands make for poverty, but diligent hands bring wealth.
Proverbs 12:11 (ESV)
11 Whoever works his land will have plenty of bread, but he who follows worthless pursuits lacks sense.
Proverbs 14:23 (MSG)
23 Hard work always pays off; mere talk puts no bread on the table.
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