Throwing Yourself a Pity Party.
Everyone likes to do this at one time or another. We term this as being depressed and we continue to gloat in it. I think this is one of the worst things human beings can do to themselves.
Being a special needs Mom I try to do this sometimes. But I have a very hyperactive son. Due to him I would come out of it fast. He is like a genie in Arabian Nights. A person who needs to be engaged all the time.
Today was one such kind of a day I decided to throw myself a pity party. I was a bit depressed all morning and decided not to cook. We had take out food and I had not taken a shower till noon. Then my second son came to me for homework help. At that point I couldn’t say no to him, so I started looking at his work and started discussing things with him. It was a great opportunity for me to talk to him about what was going in class, we were halfway through work I decided I should take a shower before our lunch arrived. Taking a shower made my body fresh. Fifteen minutes of prayer energized my brain. I then had lunch with my family. I tried to take a nap trying to go back into the original mood when I remembered I can see the homework again. I made myself a cup of coffee and a 20 minute time with my younger one. By that time I was all fresh. I just had 2900 steps for the day. I dragged my older one and my husband to the park. An hour later I crossed 10,000 steps.
We came home picked up our comforters to be washed at a laundromat. I write this waiting for my laundry to be done.
I am just pondering over the thought how much time I could have wasted just throwing a pity party. That is a party no one needs to attend.
Got to go now. See you again in another blog😊