Moody Mama

If you were to see me today, you would notice something a little different. My hair is still blonde, my arse is still quite sizeable and my eyes are still hovering above big black bags of exhaustion. The only difference is my forehead; it is home today to a big flashing sign that says "Piss Off". I have no idea why but I have woken up in the crankiest mood on record. Let's see if I can work this out...

First up, it has been raining and wet for several days now so that's a sure fire way to make any Mother moody. The kids and I have been spending all of our time together, indoors, much to their disappointment and my frustration...agggghhhhh! Thank goodness we have Mother's Group today so the kids can run amok with their friends and us Mum's can sit around, sip tea and vent about how bloody annoying this job is at times.

Then there is the awesome dream I was having last night. Dr Travis Stork from the TV show The Doctors had whisked me away to a cabin in the snow for a weekend to remember. He is so dreamy!! The only problem was that the bloody kids were there too! Their neediness and endless requirements for care and attention are now spilling over into my dreams! I know it was only a dream but I think I may be feeling a little annoyed at the cheeky buggers for cramping my style.

Oh and Mat, my dear husband who was completely absent in my frisky dream last night (don't tell him that though...I told him about my dream this morning except that I didn't mention Dr Travis Stork was the hero of the story...I actually lied and told Mat that it was all about him. The things us wives have to do!) Anyway, Mat has been home WAY too much lately. He is kind of on three weeks holiday and working sporadically and the issue with him being home is twofold. First of all, with him being home, I expect that he will help out with the kids and the running of the household more...this isn't happening to the degree that I would like it to. The second part of the problem is that he keeps wanting to cuddle and be near me! Sure this doesn't sound like a "problem" as such and it was nice for the first day or two but now it is just hindering the flow of my day. I have discovered that I have a "touch threshold" and between the kids climbing all over me, Mat tapping my bum every time he walks by me and wanting to cuddle me all day, I am over being touched. I think I just need a break from being touched (gosh, I sound like a nutter!)   

Finally, there are the usual stressors of finances, endless housework, more to do in a day than the hours allow, Elliott rapidly approaching the Terrible Two's, Sophie giving me attitude like a teenager, battling to lose weight and find time to exercise each day...the list just goes on and on. 

I guess, upon reflection, I have two options. I can go back to sleep and meet up with Dr Travis Stork, or I can work out a way to destress, relax and focus on just one day at a time. After all, there is no need to borrow anxiety from the future: 

"Never borrow from the future. If you worry about what may happen tomorrow and it doesn't happen, you have worried in vain. Even if it does happen, you have to worry twice". (Author unknown)   

Yep, I think I will get us ready for Mum's group, go and have a chilled out morning then when I get home I shall exercise and try and fit in a meditation. Here's hoping all of that shall lift my mood! 

Dreamy Dr Travis Stork, presumably just finishing up a shift in the office before our weekend at the snow cabin.