New kind of therapy

You ever have one of those days when your about to pull into your driveway after a long day at work, never mind the whole week and it's absolutely beautiful outside and you can't understand why there is no one sitting on the deck or out in the yard? And then, in your head you're saying "put it in reverse, back up, go somewhere else, far far away" because you just know that inside that house is three members of the opposite sex who are probably really pissed off at each other for some reason or another and a couple of them are laying on the couch watching Malcolm in the Middle and the other one is holed up in the bedroom watching a hunting show? And that you also know that the house is probably a disaster, with dirty dishes covering all the counter space and the laundry is piled up next to the hamper and the floor needs to be swiffered and that the coffee table probably has some sort of mechanical thing that someone was "trying to fix" on it?

And you really dread walking through that front door because you just know that it'll probably only get worse once you get in the house because all three of them will bombard you with stories of who did what to who, all the while the others will be denying what everyone else is saying? And then the urge to open a bottle of grape will overcome any shred of common sense you currently have and you'll head for the cabinet and run for the corkscrew?

Yeah, me neither.

But hey, if you should, I've discovered a new therapy. And it doesn't involved illegal drugs or over consumption of the grape.

Photo Therapy.

Not only does it make you giggle, looking back on the life you used to have, but it also allows all the love that you know you have for your family to once again re-surface, overcoming the urge to run away from it all (which I'm sure is the urge one would have if one was feeling as described above ~ snicker snicker).

I was looking for puppy pictures this morning as I've already had a couple of calls, to which I owe my fellow Shepherd breeder "BIG TIME" as she puts it. And in doing so, came across a bunch of old photographs that I had scanned last year. The quality leaves a lot to be desired, maybe because they're compressed, I don't know...

So for your viewing enjoyment and proof that it does really help, here you go.

Look how cute they are in their homemade costumes.

I know, I'll hide in here!

First day of school, for both of them. You can't really see the grin on #2Son's face, nor that #1Son is pointing at him, all the while laughing his face off.

Kissing fish!

Looking at some of these pictures made me realize that no matter how hard it's getting with them growing up and turning into rotten little, well, never mind, I still love them with all my heart. Their presence in my life, while making my hair go grey and my frown lines get much deeper, means more to me than absolutley anything. And I wouldn't trade any part of my life with them. I know, I know, I'm getting sappy.

But really, try Photo Therapy. It does work. Look, I posted a blog, bragging about the love I have for my children.

Oh crap, they're awake. Here we go again....

Remember the pictures, remember the pictures!!!

Happy Saturday, now get out there and garden!