Stop Complaining

We all do it. It’s a fact of life. Complaints far out number compliments or positive comments. My aim, for today and hopefully in the future, is to change that.

This weekend promises to be challenging ~ full of logistical manuevering. Stan is gone. He is on his annual boys’ trip ~ the one weekend a year where he can be responsible for only himself. It just so happens, though, that this particular weekend is full to the brim with kids’ activities. Last night I almost had a meltdown as I wrote my lists of who needed to be where at what time. I panicked! I had no idea how I was going to make it to hockey tryouts and dress rehearsal tonight, three dance recitals and eight (possibly more) lacrosse games this weekend without Stan (this doesn’t even count Jan’s activities ~ he told me he will take care of getting where he needs to be to make things easier for me…God love him!). I tried hard to blink back the tears as my stomach churned with thoughts of what I was being asked to accomplish. I didn’t want to rain on Stan’s weekend through boo-hooing and whining. Suck it up and stop complaining, I thought to myself. So I started emailing friends to help me conquer the challenges of the weekend.

Challenges conquered…

This morning I was talking to my friend, Julie. We were talking about our busy lives and our busy kids. She said “I have a good life. I can’t complain. We get every one of the kids covered through friends.” How right she is. I have a great life filled with love, laughter, a wonderful family and friends who make my life easier. I can’t complain one little bit. Sometimes my life overflows at times, like this weekend, but my aim is to stop complaining.

It’s all in the spin of the message.

I loved hearing Julie tell me she can’t complain. She has four young kids moving in four different directions. She gets it all done and doesn’t complain one iota. I love it!
The message of panic in my head has been spun to one of total appreciation for what this weekend holds. I am so excited to start my weekend adventures. I don’t have one, little hint of panic about getting anyone anywhere anymore. This weekend, as I take my kids from venue to venue I will think to myself “I GET to watch Claire’s recital. I GET to go watch my boys play lacrosse.” Instead of “I HAVE to…” I GET to do what I love to do most ~ watch my kiddos. I love watching Claire perform in her recitals and I love watching the boys play a sport they love. I GET to watch all of them because I am blessed with some fabulous friends in my life. This weekend the message in my head is spun to “I GET to…” because I choose not to complain…for the love of my children.

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