I’m only asking, because I have. Or rather I did. Only for a day but believe me, feeling grumpy or moody even for just a day (or two) is not nice.

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I knew there was a problem when everything seemed to be getting on my nerves. You’d think that being offered a cup of tea is a nice thing, wouldn’t you? Not for me. In my miserable, grumpy mind, there was only one very obvious answer to that question, so why bother me by asking?

I felt irritable

But not for any tangible, logical reason. And whilst not being annoyed about anything specifically, I was annoyed by everything! After just over 24 hours of my miserable onslaught, I caught myself saying out loud “I need to go back to bed & start over again“.

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That’s when I decided to do something. Because when you are in a proper grump who invariably gets the short end of the stick? Your family, your friends and the biscuit tin. Family & friends deserve better & the biscuit tin definitely deserves to be shared.

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And Grumpy leads to poor sleep

In fact when we are feeling down, stressed, over worked, under appreciated or a whole host of other negative emotions, good sleep goes out of the window. The impact of a disrupted night is far reaching – because you don’t just feel tired. You don’t feel like yourself. You don’t feel anything like yourself. You are on edge. As such you are more emotional, less resilient, more likely to loose your temper, or as I did, feel down right grumpy. So guess what? You don’t sleep well, the whole mess keeps happening and those wretched days just keeping rolling!!

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You become less & less inclined to engage in positive activities, start turning to the biscuit tin and find it harder & harder to be nice to the people around you. So what did I do?

I put my positive pants on

How to go from grumpy trousers to positive pants!

I went to bed. I went to bed at a sensible time. I switched off all the usual pesky social media devices and the tv a couple of hours before sleep. I did the whole bath, book, bed thing to myself. (The bath, book, bed thing that your supposed to do with kids). But I didn’t sleep well. My new baby saw to that. The following day, grumpy & bleary eyed, but still resolute on making change, the only thing left was effort. A firm, conscious decision to put in 100% effort whether I felt like it or not. At 06.30 on a Sunday morning