Motivation & Mom-Hood

There are some things that we want or need to do, and can't seem to do on our own. Quitting smoking would be a fine example; its certainly not easy for many, and yet, so important. And that means finding the right motivation. I looked up the meaning (yes, I know, I always do!) because sometimes we get an idea what a word means in our mind, and we forget there may be another definition as well. I found these two for motivation:

Internal and external forces and influences
that drive an individual to achieving certain goals.
the ability to do something and to keep going even when things get difficult

I really liked the second one. Keeping that in mind, I'm determined not to gain back the 30 lbs I lost when I moved to Arizona. So ..... I went out and bought a scale! Talk about motivation! I haven't owned one, nor have I wanted one!, for more than four years now. I've always said that the number on a scale isn't as important as being healthy, and happy with ourselves, not just our outer shell. It's what's inside that counts. But if we're not happy on the inside, then maybe this is needed. So maybe the thought of seeing a scale every morning will make me think twice before eating a Hershey bar. (then again, maybe not, Hershey being my weakness!) So now, we shall see what happens!

After all the health issues this past couple of weeks, Monday was my first day back at work, and it was a long, rough day. Needless to say, I was tuckered, and needed a good night's sleep. However, my son decided it was his night to do laundry. and to cook a meal. He's a night owl, up at all hours of the night. There I was tossing and turning, being woke up by him in the kitchen. Then the buzzer on the dryer sounded. As I groused at him in my mind, I became agitated. The more agitated I became, the harder I found it to go back to sleep. Then the buzzer sounded again. Sliding glass door opens and closes. More rummaging in the fridge. Argh!!!

Tuesday, when I came home from work, I gave him The Look. "Whaaat?" he asked. As I glared, I told him he was grounded to his room from 10pm - 4am. He looked at me and said "Why?" (heheh doesn't every kid ask that?????) So I told him how my sleep was disrupted and how cranky I was at work because I could hear him doing laundry, cooking, doors sliding, more noises in the kitchen, more buzzers buzzing. While we can banter back and forth like that with a little bit of humor, I think he knew I meant it. Because he was much quieter Tuesday night!

A good son always listens to his mother,
but I laugh now, because here he is, 22 and "grounded". hehehehehhehehehe
Mom-hood still rules

HUGS to everyone!!!