Last week was probably the worst week known to mankind, okay, just the hardest week known to mankind in my book.
Tuesday was awful. Todd & I had an argument. It was an argument where I felt like I had substantial ground to be angry & then I flipped my lid & said things I shouldn’t have and then I end up being the one who had to apologize, profusely (which prompted the post “When you get married you learn to say Yes” last week. Notice the part, “you learn to ask for forgiveness?”)
Beyond the argument, I was already feeling sorry for myself for other things, that may be small in all actuality, but they feel huge to me. Those things have the capability to pull me down. I’m constantly obsessing over them & I have to learn to “let go and let God” or they are going to defeat me. But, quite honestly, that would be too easy.
Wednesday didn’t feel any better. Thursday wasn’t great. At least on Friday there was #wineparty on twitter. 🙂
At 4 am on Saturday morning, Lboy woke up with a 100.4 fever. By 10 am it was at 101.2. So to top off the already bad mood I had to watch my kid be sick. Which no parent likes & it just makes you ache & you want to trade everything so you’re the one sick & they aren’t.
I know I should be looking at the positives, like Lboy is only sick with a virus & not something TERRIBLE. Or one small marital spat is nothing compared to people going through divorce. But seriously, today I’m sick of always putting a happy spin on things. I just don’t feel like making it happen. I just want to rage & rage or yell at people for stealing my parking spot.
I have no enlightening ending to this post. I have no “and then I realized I have so many things to be grateful for in life” kind of moment to tie it all together. It just is what it is, I’m in a bad mood. I’ll get over it.
I will eventually realize that it was just a hard week & this week can’t be any worse, so I can only go up from here. And if it isn’t a better week, at least I know I survived the last one. I’m just taking my sweet time getting there.