Bring on Spring!

Ok, after my little rant yesterday I decided that I should move on to more positive things.

This is what has been making me happy today--my front porch. I've been dying to brighten things up out there and the opportunity finally came. On Friday I was at Home Goods and found this ca-ute turquoise bench. With a little sweep of this and and little spray of that. Ba-da-bing, Ba-da-boom, my house (well porch) is ready for spring. I love it!

Here's a close up. I spray painted the flower pot last year. With some new bright flowers it goes perfectly here, don't you think?

This little orange dude was a drab olive color up until a couple of days ago. When I bought him I fully intended to spray paint him. I think I even bought the orange spray paint that very same day. As usual, I procrastinated and it took until I got all this other fun stuff out to finally get him done. I LOVE the way he looks now. I think he needs a name though. What would you suggest? I can't just call him "little orange dude", or can I?

It's nice that a little pop of color can brighten one's mood. Ahhh, yes!

Life

You know, some days I'm really sick and tired of it. Now don't get me wrong I'm not thinking of ending it anytime soon. But I'm sick and tired of all the work it requires. I'm sick and tired of being the mom, the one no one listens to, you know, the scape-goat. If anything is going wrong it can pretty much be (and is) blamed on mom. I'm sick and tired of having great plans and expectations of it, only to be bogged down in the mire of mundane and everyday stuff. I'm sick and tired of admiring others when my hopes and aspirations to have someone admire me, are dashed again and again on the rocks. I'm sick and tired of trying to motivate myself and my family into any sort of respectable routines only to be 3 steps behind where I started out. I'm sick and tire of being foiled again and again in my attempt to be someone admirable. I'm sick and tired of the messes, the complaining, the bad habits, the lack of appreciation, the un-met goals, the lack of goals, period. I'm sick and tired of caring. I'm sick and tired of not being cared about. I'm sick and tired of hearing about how great everyone else's life is. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. I'm going to go run 15 miles and see if I can burn off some of this attitude (it may take longer, this feels pretty deep). Stay tuned, I'm sure I'll feel better later (maybe).

Thanks for listening (even if you don't really care).