Back to Being More Positive

I am, most days, the girl who always says the glass is half-full and all that jazz.  But as you saw in yesterday's post there are those moments when the "woe is me" half-empty gal visits.  Luckily, she usually disappears quickly back into the strange sort of ether from which she arrived. 

Same facts, just a different way of looking at it.  Yesterday it dawned on me that I always say (and truly believe) that things happen for a reason.  I also strongly believe that if God brings you to it, He'll also bring you through it.  (I guess I like little cliches.)  Along with this realization is the knowledge that my parents raised me in a lower middle class home and while things were tight sometimes, we were happy.  Mr. Darcy and I lived a happy life in grad school living off of our student loans.  We have done with less before and we can do with less again.  Sure, we have 2 more people in the mix.  But when I think about that, I just acknowledge that we have to be more creative. Artwork, dancing to music that we already own, walks in the neighborhood, riding bikes and playing at the neighborhood playground can go a long way with our little ladies. Not to mention being fun... I already have a Thanksgiving art project for them in mind.
We are blessed in many ways, including that Mr. Darcy and I make a good team and we love each other and our Angelfish and Ladybug very much.  Happiness is not bought it is created, so we will be creative!

As for my leg, it hurts and my little experiment of not wearing my knee sleeve didnt' help alleviate pain.  In fact, by the end of the day, my foot swole a little bit and the muscles on the outside of my knee, the ones on the backside of my quad, my arch and my entire calf were hurting. 800mg of ibuprofen really only went so far.  In fact, I woke up with pain this morning.  As irony would have it, my triceps were hurting a little (I can only presume it's from all that pulling without kicking) so I decided to take a rest day.  I plan to go to the pool tomorrow and Friday and not kick at all (no matter how much I want to).  I have my leg propped up on my trash can and a roll of birthday wrap (see, being creative already) and will take 800 more of ibuprofen once the 4 hour period is up since my calf is screaming at me (and I took 800 mg 2 hours ago) and my arch feels tight.  I realized that I am blessed in this of all things too: 1) maybe I need to slow down and this is God's way of saying so; 2) I'm not used to this type of pain which means normally I am healthy; 3) my girls have been giving my legs kisses to try to make it better, which shows me how much they love me and that I'm doing an okay job in raising them to be compassionate for others.

We can always find that silver lining somewhere!  Mr. Darcy finds out this afternoon (I believe at 2:30 pm) how much his paycut will be.  No matter what it is, we will make it through.