Some weeks just suck. Some weeks you just have to put on a happy face, or grit your teeth, and pretend your life is normal. That's hard to do when you wouldn't recognize "normal" if it hit you in the face.
There is so many reasons to be down lately that I really really think I need to sit here and force myself to come up with some good things. So, let's see...
The weather is great today. Or, it was great this morning.
I got my van cleaned yesterday. For two bucks it's looking pretty sparkley.
Heroes is getting better and better. I have to rewind each second to think things through and tie pieces together. If anyone in the room is making noise I freak out. Each little second seems vital. It's good.
Work is a place of safety and escape for me. I like it there.
My sister rekindled a friendship that she had 20 years ago in high school. I'm very excited for her.
Rebecca is coming to Utah to visit. Why isn't she here, this second, in my room with me??? That's what I'd like to know. By the way, Becca, I want to monopolize as much of your time as I possibly can. (Just so you can be prepared for that.)
Okay so there are a few good things going on with me. Also, snotty noses and dirty diapers and complete oblivion aside, my kids have been more fun lately. Right now I guess I'm in a coping phase. Just live each day, don't hurt yourself or anyone else, and endure to the end. Or endure to the next phase, I should say. I feel like I'm Mormon again.