Solving Storage and Self Esteem

So, What do you do when you can't find enough storage and there is just nowhere to put anything?

You store your children in the furniture!

Of Course!

This is where I found Levi
Why is it that kids always put themselves in small confined spaces?

It has been an interesting day. It has been one of those low self esteem days for me. I'm sure everyone has them. Days when you aren't a good enough anything. Not a good enough Physio, not a good enough mother, not a good enough daughter, not a good enough friend. I am sure that most of the damage is done internally. No one is really telling me those things. Just that little voice inside that tells you that it is not enough. My response is to try to think positively and know that, for me at least, it is temporary.

Some of it is that I have decided that I really am different. My cousin is getting married and Levi and I have been invited. Now I understand what most people, esp most girls are like, but I really truly would rather get my nails pulled than go through the rigmarole of getting frocked up. I am struggling to get up the enthusiasm to go to the Hen's lunch, let alone the wedding. Now don't get me wrong. I love Kath and Ged and think that they will have a long and very happy life. I think that it will be a great wedding. I just would rather sit on a beach beside them and toast them with a few beers. I am thinking of using Levi as an excuse. Taking him to the wedding and then leaving when he gets tired.

But I really am different. It is such hard work for me to do balls and weddings. I am not anti social. I love to go to dinner and to have people over, although that is mostly impossible at the moment. There is nowhere to eat in my house! I do love having afternoon tea and love to chat with friends. I love to sit around in shorts and Tshirts and share Diet Cokes. But those big dos, that require haircuts and makeup and new dresses. Those are torture.

I also have days where the weight I carry is a little much. Today was one such day and there is no real reason behind it. It is not any anniversary and there was no real trigger, none that I remember anyway. It gives a heavy edge to the day regardless of how well you handle it. So I was a little low, all day, until I put Levi to bed!

We snuggled up in the bed after I read him stories and he put his face close to mine and he said;

"Mum you are the best Mum of all"

and with that my self esteem rocketed, and I decided (for today at least), maybe different is OK. Maybe even, different is better