OK so I am not a good blogger. I get motivated then sink. Mr. Wonderful being laid off a year ago was a huge deflater and then I tried again a few months later with the Social Security disaster and again, nothing for awhile.
Today is a depressing day. So I want to write to help me get out of the funk.
Why the funk?
Age
Weight
Children
What should have
What could have
What is.
Sound like a pity party? It is.
I am allowed at least one pity party per 6 months of existence. This is my 6th month one.
They don't last long. My hubby has been the target of my surliness this morning.
I slam things. When I'm frustrated, angry, hurt. I slam them loudly.
Then he thinks he's done something wrong so starts doing something.
It's wrong. I know it is.
In a few minutes I'll go out and hug him and tell him I'm sorry, which I am. because it's not anything he's done. It's me unhappy with me right now.
You know that gratefulness list we all should be making each and every day. Well mine hasn't been done in a long time.
I do have so much to be thankful and grateful for.
The murderous rampage in Boston didn't take place here. I still have my body in one piece, my sons are doing well, my husband is back at work, I'm blessed with a decent job, I have food on my table, some savings in the bank and three animals that follow me where ever I go whenever I let them.
I'm feeling better already.
Maybe it's the crazy winter we've had during spring. Maybe it's the candy I eat that I feel guilty about when I do, maybe it's the humdrum daily life that is so monotonous, that has put me in this mood.
Maybe just maybe I'll go hug my husband.
