Sunshine and Fuzzy Pancakes

My brother-in-law hates "mommy blogs." I myself, enjoy reading what other mom's have to say about motherhood. Maybe you have to be a mom to appreciate them. I also like seeing how different everyone is. I've noticed some mommy bloggers that complain about everything. "I have to change another diaper," "My stupid husband did this," "I'm sooooo tired," "I can't wait for school to start!" And so on and so on. Then there are the other mommy blogs that ooze of sunshine. Some find them inspiring, some find them annoying, some think they're not real. "How could anyone's life be THAT perfect?" In response to that last thought...are their lives really what their blogs make them out to be? I think that yes they are. Of course no one's life is perfect. But the difference between the women in each of these catagories is outlook. Perhaps one has a more positive attitude? At the end of the day the sunshine mom lays next to her "perfect" husband and forgets that the baby wouldn't stop crying and remembers that precious moment when she laid her in the crib and she smiled in her sleep. Instead of dwelling on the burnt dinner, she remembers that her husband cleaned the plate and asked for seconds. My point is that no, their lives aren't perfect, no their lives aren't better than yours...but yes, they might be happier...simply by choice.

I think my attitude is usually somewhere in the middle. I have very happy days. I have lazy, tired days. I have motivated days. And I have days where everything and everyone annoys me. The last couple of days have been of the latter sort. But instead of whining about how emotionally stressed out I've been, I'm going to choose sunshine.

I'm not going to tell you about how I woke up and cooked my husband pancakes. He ate his while I was cooking some for me, using the very last of the pancake mix. He finishes as I sit down to enjoy mine, as the baby starts crying for her own breakfast. "Jared will you feed the baby?" grumble grumble. "Please?" "Fine but only if you get it ready." So I set my plate down on the couch (we never eat at the kitchen table) and go to mix up her baby oatmeal. At this point she's screaming and Jared is telling me to hurry. From what I hear from the kitchen, he's struggling to keep her in her seat and then my pancakes are on the living room floor...all fuzzy and ruined. So he angrily cleans it up and I feed the baby...and I don't get any pancakes. I'm not going to tell you that that ruined my morning. When it comes down to it, it really didn't. And I didn't really need the pancakes anyway.

I'm going to continue to work on this sunshine mom thing...I don't think I got the hang of it quite yet. One day at a time!