Everyone can be an optimist when things are easy.
Okay, not everyone. Hubster is proof of that. I'll comment on what a beautiful day it is, and he will respond with something about how hot it will get, or how it won't last, or something else entirely pessimistic.
But it is easier to be optimistic when things are going the way they "should." When the boys are well-behaved, the cars both work, the weather is beautiful, and work is enjoyable.
This month has been none of those things. This month has pushed my ability to be optimistic to it's very edge.
My work this month has been more demanding than anything I have done previously. The people I am working with are some of the most difficult personalities I have ever encountered. My hours have been some of the longest I have ever put in, leaving when it's dark, coming home when it's dark practically every day.
The boys have reacted to my longer hours and other changes in their schedules by fighting more with each other. Monkey has had some regression in terms of sleeping and potty training. A lot of work around the house has fallen to Hubster, including the task of coping with the unwelcome changes in the boys' behavior. So Hubster has been a little more grumpy as well.
I've been so exhausted that my temper has been shorter, my desire to help cook and clean at home as been less. I come home and fall asleep shortly after, leaving little time to play with the boys (and even less time to blog.)
I dread going to work, mostly because of the people I'm currently working with.
I feel like I have every reason to fall into a pity party. There are days when I would just like to stomp my foot, and yell, and give up.
But I haven't.
I'm not saying that I haven't been grumpy. I'm not saying I haven't cried several times on my way home from work.
But I can't give up. I have to keep plodding on. And I have two ways I can do it. I can either cry, or I can laugh.
I'm doing my best to go with option 2.
And would you like to here something good about this month?
It's almost over.