Crocheting.

I had to take up something, what with my dear husband and I arguing all the time lately.

'Nuff said.

I'm PMSing. 


So OF COURSE I had a bad day at sales. I was moody, partially annoyed by my prospects and down on myself so I took a lot of "no's" in the face today.


In my neighborhood some of the kiddos had an argument yesterday, one of the neighbors scolded the kids and the parents of the kids got angry. One mom tried to vent to me and I simply ignored her: Basically bobbed my head and said, "mmm hmmm" every once in a while.


Then my kids started throwing food across the kitchen at dinner time and...I lost it. I sent them immediately to the bath, washed them, dressed them and sent them to bed without dinner.


I mean, sheesh! As if it isn't enough that my body feels like crap, but I have to have all these nutso mood swings and try to deal with drama from all sides!


I think "plug n' chug" may come in handy here. Maybe I should look for solutions to my PMS! 


I also had a great training call tonight for my job. Stupid stuff that I should know and apply as a salesperson, but that I tend to miss because of a comfort zone I've slipped into. 


Today's lesson: GET OVER IT! Each moment is temporary and it's worth it to make it good or get over it and make the next moment better!

I hated algebra class. I was utterly lost nearly 85% of the time, therefore consulting with the smarter people around me 75% of the time and getting into trouble 70% of the time for talking. It sucked.

But her clever little verbology for entering numbers and working through the problem has stuck with me nearly 20 years. It basically means, enter a solution and work through it. If that solution doesn't work, input another. It's a fantastic recipe that takes failure, wraps it up in a devious disguise and pushes you on toward victory.

Discipline has been my algebraic equation for about, oh, the last five months. I don't know what to do with my kids! I'm a spanking Mama. Not afraid to admit that. But I'm also a time-out Mama, take-away-the-nice-stuff Mama, I'm even a try-to-talk-some-sense-into-an-irrational-4-year-old Mama. Some of these methods work some of the time. None of them work all of the time.

I find myself in the position of the "little engine that could." I keep plugging and chugging, repeating to myself, "I think I can (get this kid to behave), I think I can (calm this fit before it gets ugly), I think I can (get out of the store before my head explodes)."

So, thank you Miss Galbraith for leaving me with at least one bit of knowledge from algebra.

In the spirit of parenthood and in the pursuit of balance - I will continue plugging and chugging.