Good Days and Bad Days – they come hand in hand don’t they!
As I write this it is only Wednesday and already this week has been highs and lows.
Yesterday on an innocent trip to the supermarket, my purse, my beloved leather Fossil purse which I loved, was taken from my changing bag. I had naively and, if I’m honest, somewhat excitedly, let Josh out of his buggy to walk with me. He’s been walking for nearly a month now and I love letting him get as much practise as possible. Of course stupid me, I didn’t realise my son would head straight for a display of bras in the “valentines gifts” section proudly on display. What can I say, he’s his father son! And in the ten or fifteen seconds that I hot footed it after him and stopped him parading around with red DD cups over his head, someone seized an opportunity and helped themselves to my belongings!
In my standard Mum state (tired, busy and trying to do four things at once) I didn’t even notice until I’d got to the till and the checkout lady cheerfully informed me that would be £43 please! The absolute embarrassment that I didn’t have my purse was etched on my face. I was absolutely bright red, horrified and pissed off. For one thing I knew I’d had my purse – I’d returned an item (for the love of God can someone tell me where I can get a nice white shirt that’s not too formal – I’m never going to find one) just before going to the supermarket and the refund was put on my card. After retracing my steps, speaking to security and leaving my lovely basket of goodies for Josh and I behind with my inability to now pay for it, I informed the police and headed home.
I know it’s gone, I know I won’t be getting it back and I’ve not lost any money as I cancelled my card as quickly as possible and I didn’t have more than £3 in cash on me! That’s not the issue. It’s the fact that someone has shamelessly taken something that isn’t theirs in broad daylight. I know things can always be worse; I could have been mugged, I could have lost £100, but it’s the principal. Some people are scum! And that’s not something I write lightly; I am a really positive person. I always try to see the good in people, and as anyone who reads my blog knows I am the biggest supporter of women and Mums. So when something like this happens it really can make you lose faith in people. And that’s not something I want. To me that’s a far worse thing to have taken from me than the lovely purse that some light fingered dick helped themselves too. So after my initial anger and irritation, I took a step back and looked at the bigger picture. And that although some people are shitty, not everyone is.
I am a big believer in karma. What goes around comes around and you get back what you put out there. So I am sure at the very least the thieving little shit will stand on a piece of lego! But I’m not letting them make me think badly of every other person that crosses my path. Why would I let someone like that dampen my persona. I like to think my positive attitude is what makes me, me and what encourages you lovely lot to have a read of my writing.
So I woke up today with an optimistic outlook for the day ahead. And it seems to have paid off; as I said, you get back what you put out there. I’ve got loads of work done, I’ve submitted an entry to a vlogging competition which would mean the absolute world to me; it’s a long shot, but you just never know, I’ve hit my target of 4,000 followers on Twitter and I’ve been speaking with a lovely little company about doing some work together. I’m never going to be Zoella but I am so grateful for the opportunities that are put my way and I don’t take anything for granted. I am also hugely grateful for the lovely people and friends who messaged me yesterday to see how I am after I posted on Instagram about what had happened.
I truly believe I’ve had a decent and productive day because I’ve had that typical Fi positive outlook on things. You can’t always let people bring you down. As a Mum it really can be hard to cope 24/7. I know we’re supposed to, and I know we’re not supposed to admit that sometimes we don’t. On a near daily basis we are thrown challenges, surprises and actual shit storms. But part of this little blog of mine is to be honest and I can honestly say some days are shit. You get good days when everything goes well, you get a chance to work cause the baby naps like clock work and you achieve the perfect eye make up without even trying (usually when you’ve no plans to go out and no one will see it to appreciate it)! But there are days when you are losing the plot, you’re cursing under your breath, you’re feeding your kid rice cakes just to stop them having a public meltdown and when someone shits all over your day by stealing your purse! But these things cannot and will not deflate me as a Mum or a person. You have to take the good with the bad. You value the acts of kindness sent your way; a hug, a kind message, a special treat in the post, and they are the things that will stick in your mind for the rest of the day.
So if you are having a shitty day bear in mind that tomorrow is another day, and that it’s more than likely it’ll be a better day. We’re all Mums, we all understand each other and what we’re going through. You aren’t and won’t be, the only one to have sobbed over stubbing your toe, losing your keys or running out of cheese.
Good with the bad remember