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The 21 day stop complaining challenge

After reading that title do you think it’s even possible? My sweet friend invited me to the challenge two days ago but I didn’t see the notification until today. Yesterday was blown as I had a few complaints about my oldest child’s behaviour. Today I had a disagreement with him as he got ready for school. His first official “I’m there more then two days back to school week.” Coupled with his little brother going to preschool has made this an emotionally charged week for us all. So when I saw the invitation waiting for me in my inbox I was intrigued instantly. 

So I go back to my original question is this even possible? Yes I believe so with a lot of perseverance and willpower. I decided I would be mindful today and for the next 19 days I would vigilant to stop myself from complaining. With this being my introduction I’m finding this very hard, I messaged another friend for accountability. I even had to unplug for the afternoon because what I was reading was creating judgements and complaints in me. 

  
I know this is important to me to at least make an effort so if I complain verbally, I will have to do 10 burpees. To me that’s one of the worst exercises known to mankind. So every time I break my pledge to be complaint free I will be a burpee, sore, sweaty mess! I’ve found as soon as I decided to commit to this challenge all reasons for me to complain came in like a gale force wind. I had to unplug from the Internet and all its triggers. I was constantly surprised of my reactions  of everything I was reading. I had to shout stop the sanity can’t we all just get along? Can we appeal to our angels of nature and spread kindness instead of ugliness? 

Why do people have to be keyboard warriors than supporters online? I was once told whatever anyone thinks about you is none of your business. It’s so true it really isn’t and I can happily go on the rest of my life not knowing. But all you have to do if you’re feeling bored, ignored, or curious is state an opinion whether digital or print and then you know what everyone thinks of you and then some! I have found I’m a complainer I see too many rainy or cold days and I complain, I stub my toe in the dead of the night making my way to the bathroom I loudly complain. 

  
This challenge has taught me in literally one day how much I need to change that knee jerk reaction to life. I can think of these next days as challenging and the universe will make sure I get what I expect. Or I can think of this as a way for me to be mindful, kind, and a more positive person to be around. I’m going to document this challenge and see the changes it brings out on me. We all can make a difference in the world and if it starts with something as simple as changing a thought, curbing my tongue, and not having to do another burpee as punishment then I’m all for it! So who’s with me? It’s never to late to spread a little love and kindness to everyone you encounter. You can sign up at Stop Complaining 21 day challenge where’s there’s accountability and a support. Thank you! 

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Writer’s Quotes Wednesday (late editon) 

It’s my favourite time of the week to link up with a great group over at  Silver Threading‘s house. I apologize for my late edition I got a little sidetracked with the long weekend. Please check all the amazing inspiration and talent there. Happy labour day to you. 😃

   

  

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Writer’s Quote Wednesday

This picture captures the moment we took our youngest son golfing for the first time. I watched him here with his Dad and was overcome with so much emotion. With all the developmental challenges he’s had this achievement makes my heart sing with his greatness. ❤️

  
This has been my submission to Silver Threading for Writer’s Quotes Wednesday. There is so much kindness, inspiration and wisdom there please check it out. Thank you. ❤️

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One Liner Wednesday

Friendships are wonderful, having people you can rely on, help you smile, and give their support is a precious gift. 

Signs of spring sent to me by a sweet and thoughtful new friend. 💞

When that’s missing in ones life or is sporadic it’s very lonely indeed. So I leave you with this thought. 

“Be the kind of friend you’d love to have.” 

This is my submission to https://lindaghill.com for her One Liner Wednesday. Please check out her one liner and all the other talent that link up. Thank you. 💓

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Friday’s Feats and Fails

This week has flown by for me it seems Monday is the longest day of the week, and then I blink and it’s Friday. I’m so happy when it’s family movie night as we stay up laughing and enjoying each other’s company. So it was an eventful week so let’s get to it.

FEAT

The biggest event to happen was my Mad dog started potty training!!! Throughout the month of December I’ve been asking him if he wants to wear underwear or a diaper. Well he’s always chosen a diaper and would occasionally go potty. I let the idea be his as with his SPD (Sensory Processing Disorder) it’s not something I can rush. So Tuesday morning I didn’t ask him and he told me he wanted to wear underwear! I’m so proud of my big boy he’s growing up so fast. 😃❤️

FAIL

Well it’s been a little testy with my kids playing musical beds lately so we all need some sleep. Tempers have been flaring and my Mad dog has learned some words that I didn’t want to hear him say. Nothing like hearing your kid say the word that rhymes with truck in perfect context. 😳 Major parenting fail on my part and I own it. So I’ve been trying to correct that behavior while the Captain giggles in the background.

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*Image used with permission from the sensational Shari at
http://www.sharingwithshari.com*

FEAT

I’ve been writing lots the ideas have just been flowing to me. Taking the blogging 101 classes has been wonderful and I’m finding a lot of great feedback on what I’ve been sharing. I wrote a blog about my surviving Post Partum Depression. It was very hard to write but I had always wanted to tell my story. So I wrote it and saved it as a draft since I was unsure about sharing it. Well I woke up this morning and felt brave and hit the publish button. The response I got back was amazing. I’m so glad I faced my fears and put myself out there to help someone who needed to read that part of my journey. 💗

FAIL

I’ve done zero housework it’s been tough getting anything finished with being on potty alert. So I’ve focused on that and kept up with the laundry and dishes. My kids haven’t been sleeping well so that means I haven’t either. Just as I fall asleep one of them wakes up so we’ve all been short tempered. So now I have to focus on us catching up on those missing zzzz’s and fill up our patience buckets. ❤️

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FEAT

After completing almost all my blogging assignments this week I had some extra time to work on my book draft. I invited my lovely talented friends Loorducation and Imperfect Mom to guest blog for me. I loved having them here to interact with my dear readers and I was also on theirs. I love showcasing different content and reading these incredible ladies stories inspired me. I’ve read so many blogs lately that my books are getting jealous. 😉 I found out this morning that another one of my submissions to the http://www.originalbunkerpunks.com was accepted. I’m feeling so grateful and weepy as it’s on their featured page. I can feel my dear beloved Mama smiling down on me.😊💖🌟

So now it’s the end of the work week so time for another action packed hockey weekend for my family and I. I love seeing my Captain out there playing hard, having fun, and making me proud. 😃💙🎉

This has been my submission to Ash at http://www.morethancheeseandbeer.com. Check out how her week has been and all the other talent that link up. Smooches and hugs. 😘

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Guest blog with Imperfect Mom-Sunday dinners

I’m excited to have today’s guest blogger here in my corner of the WordPress world. Imperfect Mom and I first met up on the linkups for Sunday confessions. I was struck by her honesty, wit, and talent. She’s so far from imperfect, and so kind and genuine. That to me is a perfect quality in a friend. I’m happy that last year we bonded through our blogs and have become wonderful friends. She’s a wonderful woman with a beautiful love story that gives me goosebumps. As well as being an amazing Mom, sister, and Grandma. You can read about her journey here
http://welcometomyimperfectworld.com.

And follow her here http://www.facebook.com/imperfectmomchronicles

I was asked to do a guest blog post for a wonderful blogger and very special friend, JSacksmom. She is on Facebook too so check her out there too!!
https://www.facebook.com/jsackmomblog

As a young girl I remember Sunday dinners at my grandparents house vividly. We arrived early so my mom could help my grandmother (my Nana), to cook the meal. Sometimes cousins were there to play with, and sometimes it was just my sister and I. Until my brother came along then we had to occupy him so mom could help. We would play outside if it was nice enough to do so, exploring the back yard which butted up against a hillside that was overgrown with trees. We had friends who lived in the neighborhood near my Nana, so often we were next door in their back yard playing hopscotch, Chinese jump rope or jacks. Sometimes we even climbed up in the trees and just sat on a limb talking. When the weather wasn’t nice we mostly just sat in the living room with our Papa and watch television. Papa had a couple of strokes so he didn’t really interact with us too much. He often just sat in his rocking chair watching whatever happened to be on the TV. Sometimes during a moment of lucidity he would play practical jokes on us kids, and if we were running in the house he thought it was funny to stick out his cane to try to trip us. Sometimes we were caught off guard and we would trip, but often times we knew somehow that he was in a ornery mood so we avoided his prankster ways. He wasn’t being mean to us, we knew that he loved us but the strokes had done damage to his once agile body and he had a hard time walking or doing much of anything.

Mom would call us in when it was almost time to eat so that we could wash our hands and help set the table. Carrying dishes of hot food, salt and pepper, and dishes with sliced meat and potatoes which were usually the Sunday fare. We would fill the glasses with milk or water while Nana made her gravy for whatever meat she was serving that day. It always tasted great too, my Nana was an excellent cook. She made pretty much everything from scratch and it was always fresh, whereas my mom used more pre-packaged and convenience foods. I remember dishes of food being passed around and nobody ate until everybody’s plates were filled with steaming hot food. We said grace and would eat our meal with not a lot of talking. I don’t recall hearing lots of talking during dinner, but it could be just because we were so young and it didn’t really concern us. Or it could have been because we were all just quiet. After dinner everyone pitches in and helps to clear the table and clean up dishes before sitting down to spend some family time doing whatever. Talking, playing a game, or just hanging out listening to music, until dessert is served.

My Nana passed away not long after I graduated high school, she was very special to me and I miss her quite a bit. She is why I wanted my granddaughter to call me Nana, because I remember only great things about her and I hope my granddaughter recalls great things about me as well.

In the past year or so I have managed to reinvigorate the Sunday dinner tradition for my family. Even though each week it is just us for dinner, I still think it is important in this busy a go-go world to sit down and share a relaxing meal. We talk about what each person has coming up that week and catch up on what we may have missed the week before. But mostly we just enjoy being together. I plan the meal and do my best to make everything from scratch and make it something that we don’t always have. Sometimes it is a new recipe I saw on TV or something that popped into my head late at night or in a dream. I have since learned to make some of the things my Nana made and to this day I am still amazed that I am able to recreate the tastes I remember as a kid, considering my mom didn’t really allow us in the kitchen when she was fixing dinner. I got to learn many of the things I know just by accident, as well as things I have learned on TV later in life. I hope to build precious memories with the hope that one day my children will carry on the tradition of sitting down to a relaxing meal together as a family unit. Even if it just once a week.

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An Angel in Wendy’s

I read a blog tonight that reminded me of an experience I had with a server at a fast food restaurant. I thank you for the inspiration http://blessedwithastarontheforehead.wordpress.com. Reading what you wrote tonight made me remember my story. So here I am to tell it, I went away for the long weekend with my kids and we were out of our routine. With my youngest son having SPD (Sensory Processing Disorder) too many transitions, lack of self regulation, and the busy noise of the world can be a lot for him to handle. I try my best to keep us on routine with his sensory “diet” but all the newness of people, places, things, can cause issues for him. We had gone out for lunch to Wendy’s and it was very busy. I was with my brothers so I went up with my kids to order. There was a long line up and I was praying we’d be served quickly. My oldest son was doing his best to keep his brother occupied, by singing and making silly faces. That’s when it all started as my son threw himself on the floor. I felt the judgmental looks, heard the angry whispers, instantly as my out of control child started reacting to his environment. I picked him up and held him the best I could. Holding my toddler is like holding a bag of snakes! Then he started shrieking which starts out as singing, yelling, and then full blown “stimming” as he seeks out sensory input. A sensory meltdown is what ensues if I can’t help regulate and calm him. It’s hard for me not to be embarrassed even though I’ve been through it before. I avoid restaurants for this very reason, as well as all the judgement that follows.

And then our server appeared and she smiled and said “you look like you could use some help Mom.” I smiled and said “you have no idea how much I’d appreciate that.” She took our order and talked to my son like he was the most fascinating person she’d had ever seen. She also gave him a cup to play with. He just beamed at her with his sweet smile and stopped shrieking. I breathed a sigh of relief and I felt everyone around me did as well. I got my food and sat down to eat and my brother said “I don’t know how you do it.” I replied “I don’t think about it, I just get it done.” After we ate I went up to say thank you, and my server said she had been there before, and remembered what it was like. I smiled and said it was a blessing all the same and she was making a difference in the world. I left the restaurant and buckled my kids in their seats, and I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and it was wonderful her, she came up to thank me. She asked me if I’d fill out a comment card, as her boss said she needed to be recognized. I agreed not only for her excellent customer service, but her compassion as well. I looked at her name tag after introducing myself and saw her name was Angel. I gave her a big hug and went on my way hopeful that I could get through another tough day. When I wanted to cry and run away and hide my son from all that negativity. It takes seconds to return a smile, and a lifetime to forget ones never given. Thank you Angel for being an angel that day, and your cup of kindness. ❤️

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Blog kindness train

Well I did it, or should I say we did it!!! You beautiful, lovely people have made my day, week, month, year!!! Why you may ask? I must share I’ve reached 70 followers, all thanks to the incredible supportive WordPress community. I was going to write this post when I reached 50 followers, then I went away for the weekend. I had blogged about that, and I had wrote something everyday for ten days straight. And here you are reading my ramblings, I’m so happy, honoured, ecstatic, and every other adjective I can think of. Thank you so much I write about what’s on my mind, and then look for link ups to share and support each blogger that hosts them. I love the power of the ping back, it’s literally launched my blog from being created on WP to other social media. I was so shy when I first started, and I was only writing once a month or when I felt inspired. Then my life changed and became stressful and uncertain at times, and writing became the only thing I had to help me cope. Sure I had friends, amazing ones at that, but I didn’t want to impose in their lives with my emotional upheaval. I wrote and edited and wrote some more, and people started reading. I felt a kindred relationship within the WordPress community. I didn’t edit my thoughts here I just let all my emotional “dirty” laundry hang out. And you accepted it, didn’t tell me to snap out of my sadness, you read along and encouraged me, and for that I’m grateful. I even found out on this blog journey that my brother whom I love, but we’re not close in distance or in age was reading my blog. Through it he was getting to know me, his little sister who had more to offer than just being young and naive. And if you’re reading this now dear brother, I want to say thank you. It means the world to me that you’ve been reading my ramblings. And every time I write something I think of our beloved Mom looking over my shoulder and smiling. It was through her I began to discover the love and freedom of writing. So my dear readers I challenge you today to keep this blog kindness train going. As part of spreading kindness please go and follow all the bloggers that have commented on this post. Go to their blog, comment on something they’ve written and tell them what you did. I wasn’t going to say anything, but I did this today for a new blogger. I want to say thank you http://goddiss.wordpress.com for becoming my 70 th follower. I thought I would just let it be, but I thought this would be an awesome way to pay it forward. I’ve been blogging for almost a year and I still remember how excited I was to get 5 followers and 5 subscribers. Knowing what I’m musing about is being read by 1 or 100 people is my ultimate goal. I believe we all just want to be read, heard, and understood. I encourage everyone who reads this to spread the blog love and follow your fellow bloggers. I thank you from the very depths of my heart for following along on my journey. I write from my heart, and even more when the tears start to flow. Much love and great writing vibes sent to you all. 😃❤️

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