Sometimes it's hard to share always what I'm thinking...I want Happy Soul Project to be a positive & happy place for y'all but I also promised to always be honest & real - Therefore friends, I share all of me...My life, my thoughts, my happiness, my fears, & my bad bloody days... 


And while I think in general I am quite a happy person, I have days where I'm in a rut, want to punch someone in the neck {usually my husband}, feel fat & ugly or just simply miserable about something:


  • I get irrationally irritable, especially with Craig...Stupid things like how he chomps chips on certain days can just drive me batty...I realize after the fact usually that I am irrational or irritable or both, but during the situation he doesn't have a chance of coming out without a snappy comment or more...
  • I'm mouthy...Take the other day at the park...Noal & a bunch of toddlers were peacefully playing on a jungle gym when a bunch of older kids decided to play tag...Big mumma wasn't having it & snapped at them to move on...
  • I'm selfish...Whether it's hiding treats from Craig in the house or eating Noal's last cookie and then looking at him & saying "all done bud"- I have done this more than I want to admit...
  • I get in funks...I have days where nothing fits, my hair is a mess, I don't feel like getting out of my pjs & I want a brownie for breakfast...But as is life- the funks come & go and for the most part I tend to stay on the happier side of things....


That all being said...Yesterday was a stuff my face with cheesecake, drink some red wine & belt out a big old "FEEECK" kinda day...


Found out Pip needs to have a minor surgery on her already operated eye in TWO weeks...This wasn't expected...I knew a few weeks ago that eventually she would need to have her other eye operated on at some point, but thought she was good to go with this one...


That means my darling Pip has another two surgeries to battle, another two times putting her out, another two times recovering & all that follows....And who knows down the road how many more to follow...


On top of that I still have to patch Pip's good eye half of the day...I hate that...I hate being in the grocery store & people staring at her or a little kid in Noal's daycare asking what's wrong with her eye...


I usually try & plan her patch time during hours we are home so that I can avoid all of that whenever possible...



But that's not always the case...I love her little face with or without the patch but Sweet Jesus, I can't wait for the day it's gone...




So ya, yesterday I wasn't my usual "happy" self...


Right after finding out the news, I thankfully met a good friend for lunch & chats...And like any good friend she eased my worry for a few hours, helped stuff my face with cheesecake & held me off from having a major meltdown...


That friend was followed by another - One of my hubby's friends who definitely is a favourite of mine - And the fabulous steak, bottle of red & many laughs was like a lovely band-aid put over the raw wound of the day...


And of course I needed my "FEEECK" call...That call is always to my brother...If I'm having a day, if I find out bad news, if I just need someone to hear me yell "FEEECK" loud & hard, it's my little brother I turn to...


So before you judge - try it....If you're having a bad day- stuff your face with dessert, get a wee buzz on, add some good friends to make you laugh & take a deep breath & belt out from within a good old "FEEECK"...



You'll feel better...I do...I think...