Some days blow. Some days are unfair. Some days aren't worth the effort it takes to chew through the restraints. Know what makes them worse? Giving up and being a moody little cunt. I have days where I am a total bitch. I know it's hard to believe since I am so utterly charming and delightful but it's true. But those days don't get better. If I force myself to be nice and to be productive I feel a little better. If I force myself to smile and be pleasant I eventually forget the things that drive me nuts... At least for a little while.
We all have shit to deal with. Some have it tougher than others. But trying to look at the good seems to help me. I have a loving husband. I have an amazing mother. I have two sweet little babies. Life is good. Sometimes you can't be happy all the time. Some days you break. I am trying to be a better communicator and on those days voice that it's just a rough day and no one's fault.
I wonder if Tupperware still farts. When I was a kid it did. They might have changed that. Christ I feel old. Kids don't know what transistor radios are or that there were penny candy stores. Pluto used to be a planet and corn was a vegetable. Brontosaurus was even a dinosaur. My kids will look at me and tell me I don't know anything and I will quietly nod in agreement.
Why am I telling you this? Cuz it's my goddamn blog! That's why!
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