My house is dirty. There’s laundry on the bathroom floor. I can no longer walk into my walk-in closet. My patio garden is a neglected mess. We haven’t been able to eat at the kitchen table in months. My computer desk no longer holds a computer, but rather, all the crap I don’t know what to do with. I only check my snail mail once a month. If I’m awake, the TV is on…..all day. I look at a sink full of dirty dishes at least 100 times before I wash them.
Dirty little secrets. Those are some of mine.
For all of my failures, faults and filthy secrets, I’m a pretty happy person. My happy comes from the few and far between hugs that I get from my very 14 year old daughter. It comes when my almost 13 year old son doesn’t roll his eyes when I speak. It comes everyday, via text, when my spectacularly better half checks in. And yes, sometimes, it comes when I run into the prom queen at the grocery store and she’s a miserable, unhappy beast. I said I was happy, not nice.
Nobody’s life is perfect. All children are evil little honey badgers at some point. Everyone suffers from parenting FAILS, relationship blunders and horrible get-out-of-my-face-before-I-punch-you-in-the-throat bad days. BUT, everyone should have a little happy to fall back on. A little somethin somethin on the back burner, so when your day has gone to shit and the world has put a target on your back, you’ve got something to smile about.
So, here ya go. Put this in your pocket and pull it out when you need a little happy.