TMI TUESDAY

 

Laughter is one of the simplest thing a person can do to help their mind, body and soul. Laughing is believed to help strengthen the immune system, slow down the effects of stress and increase mental well-being. Truthfully, who doesn’t like to laugh? Laughter is contagious. It is better to laugh with friends than to laugh alone.

Children learn humor from the world around them. They often don’t realize they are being humorous without our reactions. A child’s development with humor is contingent on a parents ability to laugh at themselves. If we can’t laugh at ourselves a child won’t accept others joking  with them or about them.

I know, for myself, I want to appreciate all the laughter around me. One of my motto’s is, “don’t dish it out if you can’t take it.” I believe we need to laugh at ourselves and laugh loudly. When I am laughing at myself I know that I am making others feel more comfortable. I can give some credit to my grandmother for this believe. She told me,

“If they are talking about you then they are talking about a damn good subject and they aren’t talking about anybody else!”

I actually missed a day and a half of blogging. I felt guilty over not being here and sharing. It is the time I spent on here writing to others I often feel most connected to the world.  I write about parenting, my son, and my own personal experiences. I am human though (often a fatal mistake) and have bad days. Yesterday, was one of those days. It was a day where nothing seemed to go right.

The day started with my alarm clock not going off (I blame this on updates for a  program on my phone.) I always consider it a bad sign when I don’t wake up in a timely fashion. I quickly got dressed and went to check on my son. I had thought I would quietly check on Xander but wasn’t expecting to trip on a ball in the playroom. I think the obscenity I yelled is what woke him up.

My day was already off to a fine start. Xander had peed through and didn’t want his diaper changed.  After our first confrontation he allowed me to change him as long as I let him pick out the clothes he wore. When we got downstairs I burnt our toast, spilled a cup of milk and couldn’t find the remote for the DVD player (I considered just going back to bed.)

The day went on with me dropping a box of books, losing the remote 3 more times, having a dog pee on me (yes I said on me) and just feeling like nothing was going right. The defining moment actually came later in the day when I discovered I had my shirt on inside out. Of course, I didn’t discover this until I was out in public. I looked down at myself and noticed I could see the threads on my shirt. Upon further examination I saw that I had a tag on the outside. A normal person probably would have died from mortification. I thought it was humorous and started laughing out loud in the middle of the store. I knew that I needed to get a fresh outlook on things and this was my opportunity.

As I sit here writing about how bad things felt until I discovered my shirt was on wrong, I realize it is just a matter of perspective. Things always go wrong in our lives. We are always going to have good days and bad days. I have to remember that I am responsible for how I feel and no one else. I choose to laugh at myself. I know when I stopped and laughed I felt better. I was able to have a fresh outlook on things and knew that I was going to make the most of everyday. I know that my son deserves it as much as I do.

0 point dada for having a bad day, 5 points dada for taking a bad day and making the most of it.

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