Thursday, April 10, 2008

This Morning

This morning
I complained because I hadn't lost much weight on my new diet

This morning
I fussed at one daughter because her room wasn't clean
And another because she was whining about a bent folder

This morning
I took a shower and thought about getting a haircut

This morning
I was thrilled because we got our printer working

This morning
I drank black coffee and read the newspaper and picked up a dead roach and checked my email and thought of doing the laundry and procrastinated on some things and perused some political blogs and picked up a few bits of clutter and looked forward to seeing a friend and her mother

This Morning

Was Heaven

2 comments:

ms. kitty said...

I'm screaming too, dear one. It isn't fair, at all, never will be. You haven't done anything wrong. You have done everything as right as it was possible to do it. I'm so sorry it has hit you again.

ms. kitty said...

PS. There's a great poem over on Earthbound Spirit's blog. I don't know if it will help or not, but it sure is real.