So I was working on a post about how I have been full of self pity lately. Feeling sorry for myself at championship levels. But it wasn’t quite coming together. So I filled in with a list of a few things. Which turned out to read like a pity list, too. (If a bit silly.) Which I didn’t mean. But, regardless, it’s time to move on.
Today I was brought out of myself because my two oldest kids woke up with fevers. Tonight S crashed early after a super-impressive whine fest. B is mellowed on the couch right now glued to Swamp Loggers on Discovery. He is thrilled. Lucky kid for being sick on a Monday night.
The kids are sick, but things are looking up. My attitude has improved. The month of rain stopped. Over the weekend we had dinner with friends, and I spent an afternoon with the kids at the park. The baby decided that sleeping in her crib is acceptable. The vacation e-mails between GG, Sarah, Justin and me have begun.
And so, thank you to GG for the bathing suit offer. To Rachel and Nic for the car info. To Anya for the pesto. To Barb for encouraging me to go buy basil. To Sarah, of course. It has been a tough month or so, but it really doesn’t take much for me to realize how much I have to be thankful for. And to realize that bad luck is sometimes just a matter of how you look at things.
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Sorry to hear you’ve had such a bad month. Onwards and upwards!
dude…. sometimes it just sucks.
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I was (ahem) feeling sorry for myself today and was just wanting things to be normal and happy and uncomplicated again. And then I realized that I am very lucky to have such happy things to wish for. You know?