I've been tagged several times for this, but I haven't been all that pleasant and I was quite enjoying dwelling on the depressing aspects of my life. But I figure I could use a little cheer and this meme is going to make me think about happy things. *shudder*
I started to do it last night, but somehow ended up on the subject of candy. I will not let anything distract me today.
Besides, the candy is all gone.
10 Things that make me happy...
Of course, my family and children do, but that's too obvious and quite frankly, they are just as likely to make me unhappy at any given time. So, I'll stick to the shallow, but consistent.
1.Bare baby feet (when they are attached to a baby, of course). Even when they are screaming and crying and I'm ready to lock them in the closet, their toes are always cute. And they always make me smile. Even angry toes.
(These are sleepy toes.)
2. Being creative. I love to paint and draw and play with clay...but I haven't had much opportunity to do any of that over the past few years. I really need to get back on it. It really does make me feel good, but I've noticed that oil paints and linseed oil do not work well around little children...
3. Writing. I seriously believe that this is my purpose in life. To write. I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to do with it, but it's what makes me who I am. I write, therefore I am. Or something like that. It keeps me sane, it keeps me happy. While the majority of my brain is occupied with what we owe who, when the last time I changed the baby was and why the other kids are so quiet, there is a small part that spends all it's time lost in words. Writing, imagining, creating characters, etc. I may have even written a sex scene or two in my head, while engaging in said act. Yes. Really. I imagine conversations in my head, written out like in a book. I'm pretty sure that's not normal. (Tell me I'm normal.) I currently have two novels going, both about a quarter of the way finished. I may think about them constantly, but again, haven't found a lot of time to sit down and work on them. Right now, blogging is feeding that addiction. It doesn't require as much undivided attention as my novels do. It's easy to just stop and walk away when I have to. I could lose myself for months in my books, which really doesn't make for good parenting.
4. Going out to dinner with my husband. And not to McDonald's or someplace like that. I mean a real restaurant, with menus that you can't color on. Where I can dress up in one of my scarcely worn dresses and a pair of great shoes. I fix my hair, put on lipstick and wear my nice underwear. I can lean seductively over the table, while I twirl my wine in the glass, giving my husband a glimpse down the front of my shirt. We can linger over an appetizer and I don't have to constantly be the entertainment for 3 small children who refuse to be entertained. I don't have to cut up food for little mouths, while mine gets cold. I can eat hot food and I can pick anything I want, not something that I can share with baby. Ahhh...bliss.
5. Mountains. My dream house is a log cabin, in the middle of nowhere. Pine trees as far as the eye can see, a rushing river, wild life...I love the mountains. I love hiking and camping and just being in them. Preferably near a river. It's just so peaceful.
And I'm out of time...stay tuned for Part II...