Disappointments.

It's been a long week.  And not for bad reasons, well....... much.

My wee man has been sick.  And I know he's sick as he's not himself.  The good thing about having him about was doing things with him.  And I've enjoyed that.

The problem lies with that I wasn't feeling the best either.

But I'm on the mend so really, I should stop whinging and move on.

However I can't help feel disappointed this week.

There is no extact thing just a number of small things - lunches - not had, expectations - not met; achievements - not acknowledged; pressure - for no reason; and perhaps my inability in speaking my mind. 

Some of you know me very well, and know I don't mind revving up when required.  It's when it shouldn't be required that bothers me.

However in saying that I can't let disappointment knock me.  I have to over come it and keep going.  If this year has taught me anything it's that I need to prioritise what's important to me.  Days of accommodating everyone and suffering as a result are gone.  Sometimes easier said than done, but it's what I'm trying for.

The Farmer is my rock, even though he's been out every night this week, and quite frankly I need to tell him more often how important he is to me.

My kids, although sometimes frustrating, can shine as bright as any star with their thoughtfulness and love.  Master almost 8 sat down and made Christmas cards for his entire family today. Miss almost 5 who is fiercely independent told me she was very sad when left alone for 5 minutes (incidentally that was left alone for 5 minutes in her room for being a monkey!). 

I guess that my disappointment is something I have let get under my skin.  And perhaps if I had been 100% I wouldn't have let it.

Still the mere fact I can acknowledge it and push it aside shows I have learnt a thing or two this year!

Hello...is anyone still reading?!

Hi....miss me?  I've been......holiday, abducted by aliens, meet Johnny Depp...married him....having his babies.....sigh....no I've just been busy!

It's not that I have forgotten about blogging, in fact many a blog has been written in my head while driving, cooking or lying in bed while I'm still awake when I should be fast asleep. 

I started on the other day about the transition I'm having as my baby girl gets ready for school.  About the way it makes me think of how much we have achieved, grown, stages past and things to come.

I thought about telling you about being on a shortlist for a wee photo competition and how that was pretty exciting, for all of two minutes.

I was contemplating talking about the art of saying NO, which I am terrible at so it would have been a short post.

I could have gone on about how great it is to have friends that always seems to make you smile,when your feeling flat, have a headache or just to bitch too.

There was the blog entry in my head about trying to make things fun when there are not, create a memory with your kids and show them who you are other than just a Mum.

I'm not going to talk about any of these.

Being busy for me is almost a life choice, and I think that I will always be that way....it's who I am.  But taking photos of me is my way of enjoying the moment.  And when I share my photos whether its on here, or Facebook or just emailing them to the people I took them of, I'm trying to share the beauty I see.  The joy on a face, the light playing on the landscape.....the moment. 

I'm just going to challenge you to find something beautiful in your day. I'm not necessarily talking about a magic sunset just something simple. A child asleep quietly snoring, a bee on a flower, a cool breeze on a hot day. Find something beautiful and then enjoy it. For just a moment. 

This was my moment yesterday. 

What's yours?