I don’t talk about these two little angels enough.

Instead I talk about work, I talk about guys, I talk about marriage issues.

Daily rhubarb.

Yanno?

Just look at the cuteness factor here.

I am by nature, the kind of person who seeks silver linings everywhere. I don’t think that this blog has been reflecting that lately, but that is who I am for most of my day to day life.

I think big, dream big, grab the proverbial bull by the horns and ride that sucker all the way to the barn.

Sure I don’t like the place that I live, but since I am still here, I do in fact make the most of what I have.

The sunshine. (Let’s ignore for the moment that I have the fan heater directed on my feet right now and my fingers are struggling to type from the cold )

My kids awesome school.

My health.

The roof over our heads.

The fact that we have enough money in the bank to buy food (though really, what is UP with the price of stuff these days, sheesh!?) and most of the other things that we need.

To happily give up the master bedroom and move our queen size bed into the kids room so that we could dismantle their bunk beds, put them both at ground level and give them a much larger playing area (and the en-suite bathroom).

It gives me great pleasure to see in my sons, their overwhelming sense of JOY and gratitude at receiving new bedding. Not computer games or toys. Bedding.

Skip threw himself onto his new Ben 10 duvet cover set and wrapped himself into the matching fleece blanket with the BIGGEST grin I’ve seen on his face in weeks.

Flip ran to his own bed and pointed excitedly, “Yook Mommy! Woody! Buzz! Wow!” at his new Toy Story 3 set and fleece.

Often as parents we see behaviour in our kids that we’d rather not. Tantrums. Tempers. Stomping and Pouting. Ungratefulness. Only to have them take you completely by surprise and let the simple joy of new bedding make your heart want to burst with pride.

It is insane how much I love them.

Everything I do, is for them.

Yes, of course I work hard for me, for our family unit, to develop my own career. That’s a given.

But when I have those moments where I’d really rather sit on the couch, and watch some mindless DIY show (Lawrence Llewellyn Bowen I miss you!), their little faces swim into focus and my motivation is renewed once more.

Where would I be without these two little souls in my life? (Yeah, I know, rich, thin and probably on a cruise ship somewhere!)

Hah. But you know what? If I was just ‘rich thin and on a cruise ship somewhere’ I’d probably be looking at the frumpy mummy with her three kids and 3 inch roots and be envying her.

Life is funny that way.

Incidentally, speaking of roots, I decided to go blonde again after nearly a year of auburny-dark blonde-light brownishness.

Plus the stylist used the ghd styling iron on me, and oh my god I have never coveted a hair styling tool so much in my life.

Might get the MIL to send me one from the UK. Either way, when I got home and looked in the mirror again, I realised one thing…aside from the weight issues, aside from the lack of wardrobe selection, aside from all the *things* that *could be* …

…

Right now, I am happy to be me.

That, my friends, is what they call a silver lining.

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