Every mom has one of those days where she just wants to scream breaking the window glass and explode her own head. Mine is always when my husband and the boys have peanuts on their snack time. If only they can be a little bit civil when enjoying those delicious little crunchy snacks I can probably have lengthier shelve of emotion life. But my emotion is set off every time I wake up on the next day.
The problem is not with the peanuts. It’s my husband and the boys who eat peanut like monkeys. If you don’t know how monkeys eat peanut just for your information, they surely don’t put the junk in the garbage bin. They pop the nut, put it in their mouth and leave the rest on the ground. In this case, it’s my living room.
Of course you can tell me that I should have put a garbage bag or some bowl to place the peanut cages. Trust me, I did. Always. However the boys are smart and creative. They think that tossing around the junk is a magnificent idea. Not to mention how they toss half of the bag in their room.
This normally continues almost the whole day when we stay home. It means when I wake up in the morning I will find a hot mess living room as if hundred monkeys have just visited and enjoyed having peanuts there. Do I feel like to explode? Duh!
So the day would go something like this:
Morning: I would be entering the denial mode which means I pretend that nothing is wrong. I make breakfast, sip my cup of coffee (and it’s a MUST because it is not the day when you want to miss your coffee in the morning) and then continue to glue my self in the sofa watching television. I can feel some peanuts are attacking my butt but I won’t really care because it is not there. It’s just an illusion.
Afternoon: The kids have woken up, had their breakfast, had their shower, played a bit and I finally gather myself together to face the ugly truth: the junk of peanuts in my living room.
At first look the junks seem unbearable. It is just all over the place and for a moment I can not decide what to do, how to do or where to begin. But if I take another look and concentrate there is always a light at the end of a tunnel.
Yes I can vacuum them but there are toys scattered all over the place too. They are bigger than the junks and to vacuum in between them is really not efficient. Right! So I start picking up the bigger things first: the toys.
Now when the toys are all in their box I can see better that the junks is not actually that bad. I decided to sweep the big pieces before start running my vacuum. And guess what? Turns out, those junks that have been taking over my living room and the boys’ room, which look like tons of junk, it is not that bad either.
After sweeping it and gather it on a side, it is only as much as this:
WOW! If you are surprised, trust me, I was almost fainted myself. The reality is sometimes things are not as worst as it seems. It is most of the time only a mind game. And the same goes to your problem too.
When we are hit with a big problem, what we see is only the problem. It’s like a fog that covers our vision and it drags us away from what the real thing is. Our vision is blur thus we are enable to fight it and reach a solution. Because in panic, all the exit door seem to disappear.
Pause for a moment. Take a deep breath. Denial is fine but only for a while. Never run from your problem because no matter how far you run you will always come back to it. Gather yourself, focus and prioritize. Look from different angles. You will find solutions that you can work on. Last but not least start working toward the problem. Believe me, when you can see thing clearly it won’t be as bad as you think at first.
PS: the picture is taken from the last ‘peanut-day’. Mix Nuts is now banned in my apartment until further notice.