Self-Love: I Say It’s About Time to Endulge

I’m not all that great at accepting compliments. More often than not, I blow them off as people just being nice, or polite. I try hard to be grateful for their generousity and friendliness, but I’ve always tend to look for alterior motives.

I know, right? Cynical.

I see too many faults, always. It’s just human nature, I think; but if I have a good hair day I can’t just LOVE the fact that my hair looks great – I look for a fault in something else.

I hate it. I hate being so hard on myself. I want to love myself – including my faults – and that’s what today and tomorrow are all about, thanks to my friend Hilly.

Here’s how the whole thing works:

1.) You’re gonna grab yourself a banner.  If you don’t like this one used in this post, you can find another one here.

2.) You’re gonna post that banner and then tell us all something that you really like love about yourself (thus, the “self-love” portion of our program).

3.) Ask or beg your readers to post one thing that they too love about you!!!  If your blog friends are nice, you shouldn’t have to beg…much.

4.)  Enjoy yourself and spread the love by doing this on your blog!  If you want to, drop (Hilly) a line or a trackback so that (she) knows you participated too!

So, one thing I love about myself?

My sense of humour. I LOVE MY SENSE OF HUMOUR.

I love to laugh and have fun with friends and family. I love to laugh until I cry; until my stomach aches and I can’t breathe. I love to make people laugh.

Now, it’s your turn.

Tell me something you love about me. (please)

Something wonderful and fantabulous about ME! (please)

(I feel awkard, so awkward asking this of you. I love to make people feel great about themselves, but I just feel so weird about asking for it…)

And…

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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I’ve been really behind on my Grace in Small Things. But I need to do this.

Grace in Small Things: Part 9 of 365

(at this rate, I’m never going to get through this…)

1. A sleeping baby – because dammit that kid will NOT sleep at night.
2. A baby’s sweet head resting on my shoulder – FALLING ASLEEP
3. Baby snores AS HE’s SLEEPING
4. Baby sighs as he’s FALLING ASLEEP
5. Sleeping in my bed. Alone. Sleeping, not coddling, not rocking, not patting. Just SLEEPING.

P.S. I need sleep. And LOTS of it.

P.S.S. I wrote this post quickly last night as I headed to bed, and last night turned out to be the WORST that we’ve had in a long time. Nothing could calm him restlessness and we didn’t get to bed until 5am.

P.S.S.S. He’s now napping in his crib. I am not tired at the moment, but will be the instant he wakes up.

P.S.S.S.S. I’ve been trying to catch up on the house and work and my other site while dealing with family drama.

P.S.S.S.S.S. Well hasn’t this just turned into a pity party. What a douchebag I am.

P.S.S.S.S.S.S. Sorry I’m feeling sorry for myself at the moment.

P.S.S.S.S.S.S.S. I need wine. Yes?

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