I can’t say today was an exceptionally bad day, but it didn’t rank high on my list of good days for certain. My dear aunt is still struggling with medical issues, and I am still asking for some extra prayers for her. I have nothing but the best of expectations when it comes to her prognosis, though. She is one of the strongest people I’ve ever known, and I’m sure she will come through this with spectacular grace and courage.
But seriously, a little good news would have been really nice today.
Sometimes I wonder how I manage to focus on the positive with so much negative energy milling around at all times. I have always said, everything happens for a reason, but we don’t always know what that reason is.
My son wrecked his car, and although I am thankful that he wasn’t hurt, I am not pleased that we are now down one vehicle. This has forced my husband to work from home on days he would ordinarily go to the office. Perhaps what I am supposed to take from this is that it has given us added incentive to set up his office space that we have been procrastinating about since we moved in. I guess I can chalk that up to the positive side…right?
And I got coupons in the mail today for the dog food I will need to buy tomorrow. That is always a positive thing. Dog food is expensive, and I buy a 30lb bag once a week! More positive things? Could be.
My daughter has decided that she is NOT going to the prom AFTER I bought her the dress, but thankfully we left the tags on and I have the receipt. I suppose the positive side of that is, we won’t have to buy tickets to prom, or spend money on hair, make-up, and shoes.
While I’m on a roll…
My husband has discovered that the PS3 video game system is a wonderful distraction from the stresses of everyday life, and he has spent the past few days destroying mythological beasts in bloody battles during his down time from work. This has two nice positive sides. One, he is in an infinitely better mood after killing things (who isn’t?) and two, it puts him in a place where he can relate to the kids on their level. I have no complaints about either. And I have to admit, I find his game to be a wonderful spectator sport.
Now if I could only figure out the positive side of PMS…this week would have been so much more productive!
Until the next time…I’ll be watching my husband kick some mythological butt!