Not such a bad day after all....

I had a rough morning. A rough night rather. My little biological extension, my munchkin, my only, my 6-year old little boy with the longest legs on the planet was not doing well. He had an unexplained outbreak of hives all over his tiny frame and an itchy scalp, rashed up belly, a fever, and according to him “a tongue that felt scratchy and hot”. Poor little boo. He slept beside me as I lay awake to his scratching and rustling about trying to get comfy. His refusal to let us put any type of cream on the welts (because that would require us touching them) had left Steve and I to watch in sorrow as he chose the burning and inflammation over a remedy.

So yea, my night was not of the sleeping kind and by morning we had decided to split the day staying home with the little munchkin. I headed to work at 7 a.m. with a numb headache and a hot cup of coffee to save me. By 8 a.m. the hot cup of coffee in my cute new ceramic thermos had gotten knocked off the counter by my elbow during an urgent situation at work. It shattered and took 1/2 roll of paper towels to clean up. I had to shout out a quick “F my life!” just to validate the fact that this was NOT my morning. The icing on the cake of course was that I had my period and had forgotten to toss tampons in my purse (that would be the cherry on top of it) No pun, really people. My mood was sour and stressed until I started to print the reports for the day and clicked on the calendar day of Sept.11th.

Then I snapped into reality. And felt like a shit.

The switch flipped and I felt sorrow, regret, and then deep THANKS for the good news in my life. Such as:

I am ALIVE.
This is a day of remembrance for many lives lost but not for the life lost of MY husband, MY sister, or MY child.
I am glad to have a child covered in hives because that is all it is: HIVES. It will go away, he will get better, and the hugs I get will continue to multiply.
The sky isn’t falling. I am safe, worry free and loved.
I have a beautiful home that awaits my return every day.
I have the most exuberant free spirited bunch of giggle boxes for friends. I couldn’t have molded a better selection from my dreams than what I already have in my reality.
I have all my limbs and they work. My lungs have air and my eyes are clear. (I was really feeling grateful here...)
I have money to buy a new coffee mug.
I have the ability to create light at the end of the tunnel no matter how long or twisted that tunnel may be.
 This is very important: I am having ice cream for breakfast tomorrow because life is too short to not spoil myself and because I CAN.

Lesson being is this: No matter how crappy your day is someone in the world is always having a worse day than you. No day is really that bad so as long as you can retire at the end of it and start a fresh one again in the morning. Be grateful for what IS and forget about the minor things that don’t really matter. Difficulties pass. Days move on. Life slips by. Hold onto the good things, blink away the hardships and keep looking forward towards the light because that is where the beauty is.