When my 21 year old daughter was about two, she had this annoying -- but adorable -- habbit. When she didn't get her way she'd stand with her arms crossed in front of her chest and tap one foot while saying, "I am not very happy!"
Believe me, the site left me torn between rolling in the floor laughting and locking her in the closet until she outgrew that stage.
Truth be told, she hasn't changed much.
She is more capable of seeing to her own needs and manipulating circumstances to please her. She's cute, energetic, and outgoing. Things seldom don't go her way, but when they don't you can see the ghost of 'I'm not very happy' overshadowing her grown self. She mopes, complains, and refuses to give in to anyone else, making her displeasure known. Most of us do, in one way or another.
The last few days have been out of the norm for me. I've felt sort of blah. Everyone gets the blahs, but it really worries me as I've been fighting a bad case of depression for the last five years. That's the first thing I think of, my pills aren't working.
But then I realized that I've had Will to myself all weekend while Steve was out hunting. Have been restricted in movement nad entertainment options due to finances. Steve didn't make it home until after nine last night. Will hasn't slept a full night in the last two nights due to growing pains. It's raining and gloomy today. None of which have anything to do with me personally.
At the revelation a sense of peace settled upon me. It's okay to feel blah, I'm not depressed. I'm just not very happy!
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That's a good sign. Yep, it's ok to be not very happy.
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