The Bright Side

I just spent half an hour writing the most awful load of whingeing negative tripe ever to hit the blogosphere. I can't post that! Really. It would just be wrong.

So here I sit staring at the blinking cursor, wanting to write, wanting to be positive, to look on the bright side. Now here I go cheering myself up, by looking at just some of the Good in my life.

The Good

Let's start with the basics.
I am alive. Yes I am.
I am breathing in and out, although with difficulty due to all the darn snot. Don't go there, Simoney! We are focusing on The Good!

Right.

So... breathing in and out... still alive...
What else??

Oh. Here we go, something not just good but Great!

I had a lovely time with the Editor of Parenting Magazine (NZ) the other week and so next issue, I'll be in it! Hannah (the editor) reads my blog and she said she erm, blog-stalks me. I said, that's OK, I love blog stalkers! {waves to Hannah; Hi Hannah!}

But even better than that (what could be better than being in the magazine??) I'm going to get to do some writing for them!!! So yes, that is great great great. Me = super stoked.

Other good things...

Miss Fab is loving gymnastics (after a rocky start).

I got a bunch of warm fuzzies watching my gorgeous kid do her thing on the balance beam yesterday. What a thrill to watch her and admire her loveliness

My lovely friend Sarah has Scrag for me while its on so it can just be mummy and daughter time.

Afterwards I said, "Shall we skip??" and we did, holding hands and giggling, all the way back to the car.

I managed to cook gluten free pasta successfully when I got home at 5.20pm; it was quick and it was yummy. It didn't turn into a gluggy mess (for once) and I even managed to hide grated courgette and carrot in the pasta sauce... which the kids gobbled up to shouts of "Yummy!"

What else??
Well I have a cold that seems to be turning into the flu and I'm feeling pretty wretched. But things could be worse: I could be married to This Guy...
 


Yeah, At least I'm not married to him.
At least my husband got up out of our warm bed last night into the cold dark house and searched for some Panadol for me when my head was pounding. At least he brought it in with water, and tucked the kids in and locked up the house so I could stay in my bed. At least this morning he gave me a nice cuddle and told the kids to help their mum cos she's sick and be good and he brought me some more Panadol before he headed out to work at 6.30am.

And at least the Scrag stayed in his bed last night.
And Miss Fab went to school without a meltdown this morning.
And there was no squabbling.
And Scrag didn't up-end his cornflakes onto the floor.
And I am still sitting here in my dressing gown and slippers, churning through tissues, but warm and cosy inside.

I have watched Special Agent Oso cuddled with Scrag on the couch (I made my escape before the Wiggles came on).
I've had two cups of coffee and some Oreos.

I may be achey and sniffing and tired and headachey but I don't have to go out in the cold.
My toddler may have given up his naptime and I may be struggling with the guilt of blogging while he is awake... but he is a happy little chappy and when he's had enough Wiggles he will come and push the Off button on my computer if he wants to. He knows how.

So I will focus on the positive. No one is dying. We have food to eat, a roof over our heads and clothes to wear. Nothing to complain about at all. I have a good life.

"And this too flu shall pass."

How are you staying on the Bright Side lately??