Let's see. I was sick... for the past couple of weeks. I am PMSy, complete with ridonkulous amounts of teariness. I had a crappy discussion with my boss that took a few days to recover from. I am fighting with my friend, and that friendship is probably over now. My husband will be deployed most of the year. We lost one client's business entirely. Another client is terminally ill. My kid changed to a church I really don't like. My cat has a bladder infection and has to be shut in the laundry room till the medicine kicks in because she is peeing all over hell's half acre. Hubby's grandma is dying, and she wants to come home to die. My kid's stepmom overstepped some boundaries in taking her to something that should be a mom/daughter thing. It is a blizzard-ville outside. My kid can't seem to pull her head out of her ass.
Okay, let's see. We are (hubby, kiddo, and self) healthy. With all this weird weather, our home did not lose power and we have not had any auto accidents. My cat is curable. I may have just finally gotten a REAL office, which will improve my work environment. My boss is willing to move forward. The two managers under me have been very supportive, and it may have strengthened their loyalty to me. My husband is amazing. My kid's art project, after a bumpy start, is going so well. There is food in my fridge and money in my pocket. And I had a good hair day today.
I am blessed. I am thankful for my blessings. I take responsibility for the part I had in creating some of these situations. I move into tomorrow unburdened and ready to create a better day.