After the bombings this week in Boston, and the explosion in West, TX. I reflected on this blog I wrote last October after just a crummy day....a reminder that some days are better than others. In the bad days we still have hope and light. (I am in no way comparing my bad day to these tragedies, just a perspective.)
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Do you ever feel like the world is out to get you? I mean….really. Today was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I promised my Mom I would not move to Australia.
6:30- Slick wakes up with a fever of 102. Awesome
9:30- Doctor, found out it is strep, Slick got a shot in his behind (did kind of ok, I was not dripping in sweat leaving the doctor’s office, so I will consider it a win)
9:45- Driving home, and I hit a curb. HARD. I hate that I did that. It is totally my fault. It is really hard to blame a curb. Random man stopped to help (THANK YOU), and Dad came to get Slick and I from the side of the road. Finally had to have the car towed…..I did a number on it.
12:45- Make it just in time for Book Fair with my Mr. Determined.
3:00- Funeral for a dear woman. A dear friend.
5:30- Get home to random flowers from a new friend. I love random flowers!!!!
5:45- Get a rental car.
6:30- Notice dog has some kind of bite/tumor on eyelid. That is just great.
By the Way....Our AC is still broken.
Dinner, clean up, etc.
7:20- Read books in bed with my boys.
8:00-Bed time. Moments that are precious. Prayers that are so faithful.
8:30- Phone time with neighbor, plan speech for tomorrow’s dinner, kiss my hubby before bed and feel truly blessed.
So, today was not great, but had pockets of greatness. I did not even mention all the hugs and love that was shared before and after the service. So, I will choose to focus on the good, because the bad, well, just sucks. I cried today, I laughed today. So, I just say, some days are harder than others, maybe tomorrow will be better, maybe it won’t. But, it is another day. It is another gift.
P.S.- If you have any questions on how to talk with you child about the bombings know my door is always open. I also found these links helpful.
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