My name is Lonely Lue
Once upon a time I was one of two
At first I was fond of my new ly found single status
but I soon realized that I’m bad at this
being single thing, that is!
So if you see my better half
Can you tell her to please come back?
Cause soon our job over here will be through
and I want to go charity as two!
We seriously can’t find the mate to this shoe. It’s been missing in our apartment for two months!
Happy Wordless Wednesday
Happiness is my passion.
Happiness is what I’m most passionate about.
It took me 35 years of living to make this conclusion. I thought I was passionate about other things and something else, until just last week. It was then, that I read an email from the author of The Secret, Rhonda Bryne, and she explained that you have to fuel your positive passion. Whatever you’re most passionate about, then that’s what’s going to readily show up in your daily life.
After doing some serious pondering and thinking, I was able to strongly conclude that nothing is more important to me than my happiness and the happiness of my children.
Being happy is at the forefront of my every thought and every single one of my actions. Living a happy life and exuding happiness from my being is so important to me. Instead of passionately focusing on what I don’t like or want, I take all of my energy to fuel my passion of happiness. I fill my day up with affirmations about happiness, and I even go out of my way to feel extremely happy throughout the day.
It’s easy to lose focus on what your passion is, once you become a parent. Suddenly, everything becomes about the children, the family, the house, the jobs, the cars, your mate, etc. Taking time out to embrace your passion is beneficial to everyone and everything around you. It doesn’t take long before things to become centered and ran more efficiently. The question that I pose is this: What is your passion?
Being HAPPY is mines!
There used to be a time when I would get this little tingling of envy in my heart, whenever I would passed by a pregnant woman. Their pregnancy would cause me to reflect back on the good parts of my own pregnancies and I’d wish I could do all of those good parts over again. I would find myself missing the feeling of having a little fist punching and those little feet kicking on the underside of my abdomen, as baby would attempt to get as comfortable as possible in such a little quaint space. Most of all, I missed the niceness and smiles from strangers that a pregnant belly tends to bring out of people. Just like a smile is universal, a wobbling pregnant woman tends to have that same effect.
Well, I guess it took four pregnancies of my own and now having an extreme toddler on my hands, to completely extinguish any form of pregnancy envy. I learned that I no longer harbored these feelings just the other day when I was walking through the mall and encountered several very pregnant bellies. All that I could think about as each of our paths crossed was the heavy, leaking and oftentimes sore and engorged boobs. that comes post delivery. I kept thinking about that painful, paralyzing and inflamed sciatic nerve that most fetuses enjoy pressing against. I reminisced about the sleepless nights, where baby and I both cried relentlessly. I remembered all the times that I reasoned with God, if he’d just get me through the extreme fatigueness, 0r somehow out of the ENTIRE situation that I’d NEVER allow myself to get there again. Those are all of the things that crept into my thoughts when the very pregnant women made their ways by me. I gave each of them that same universal smile that people would give to me back when I was with child, thus silently wishing them luck on their mommyhood endeavors!
I smile because I’m genuinely happy for them, at the same time I’m extremely excited that it’s not me!
Straight to the point! The most annoying thing in the world is my oldest boy walking around with earbuds tucked deep down into his ear wells! What’s even more annoying is when he has them stuck in there and I don’t know that he has them on, due to the HUGE hoodie that he’s been wearing these last couple days.
Irritating Earbud Incidences:
He was putting on his shoes preparing to leave out the front door for school, and I knew there were no more breakfast bars in the pantry. I grabbed a box from my secret stash spot (that’s a whole ‘nother story) while asking him if he wanted one or two. No answer.
I’m three feet away from him, holding the bars in my hand and I’m asking him, “Do you wanna take these to eat on the bus?” No answer.
“Do you hear me?” No answer.
He opens the door and just starts walking out, as if I’m not standing there and haven’t said a word! Then it hits me! He has those fricking earbuds on! I literally had to flick the light switch off and on. That he got his attention! “Huh?” I just held up the breakfast bars for him to see. He declined and went on to catch the bus to school. From the window I watched as he bopped his way to the school bus!
My oldest gal came to me and blamed the littlest boy for locking the bathroom door from the inside. I told her that the oldest boy was in there. She said he wasn’t (she knocked and called out his name) and the littlest boy confirmed that the “earbud wearer” had gone back outside. Me not knowing, figured he must have slipped passed without me seeing (I was on the computer….so that was very possible). Well she went and worked her magic of getting the locked door unlocked. Once unlocked, to both her surprise and the surprise of the “earbud wearer” the bathroom was indeed occupied! There the “earbud wearer” sat, firmly planted on the toilet. He hadn’t heard any of the knocks, nor the calling out of his name, all thanks to the earbuds meshed into his ears! Meanwhile, she’s scarred from seeing her brother take care of his bathroom business atop the toilet stool and he’s still wearing these earbuds non-stop!
I could go on and on, I can’t even remember how many times I walked into the room and he’s in there and I’ll start talking. I’ll go on and on and on with no comment from him, only to look over and realize that the music pumping through the earbuds have drowned out everything that I just said. How many times have I had to repeat myself because he’s like, “Huh? Huh? What you say? You talking to me? Did you say something?” (BLANK STARE)
Here’s the real kicker: The oldest boy has now requested that I buy him a pair of “Beats” headphones by Dr. Dre. (another BLANK STARE) He’s so serious, too!