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
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.
ReplyDeletePS. 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.
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