My glass is... cloudy
Honestly, I'm a glass-is-half-empty kind of person. I don't want to be. I'm trying to change. For me it's something that requires real effort, and of course I suspect that for others it comes easily and that only contributes to my frustration.
It's evening, I have plans to help a friend with something tonight after the kids are in bed, and I'm on the verge of hyperventilating. Today I didn't:
- pay the bills...
- balance my checkbook...
- call the lawnmower repair guy...
- write the letter I need to write to get my summer camp money refunded...
- fold the @&%#! laundry...
- receive my child support payment (3 days late, now)...
- remember to remind the Ex about the child support payment...
- manage to order that fan off of Amazon before it went out of stock...
- exercise...
- do my reading assignment for my small group study tomorrow...
- clean the crap out of the car that I keep meaning to clean.
That's my glass, half-empty. But this is the New Me. No more woulda-coulda-shouldas for this girl, no sirree bob! But ya know, the New Me is in many ways remarkably like the Old Me (who wasn't, in my humble opinion, such a bad sort; just a little more neurotic than necessary). Here's the only way I know to make my glass half-full. Today I didn't:
- swear when I took the bills out of the mailbox...
- spend any money...
- forget to shower...
- bite the Ex's head off about the child support...
- so much as secretly fantasize about something large and heavy falling on the Ex...
- walk into anything...
- watch any TV...
- run the car into anything...
- harm either child, even when said children tracked mud through the house after I'd just asked them to take their shoes off...
- harm the child who came over for a playdate and peed all over my freshly cleaned bathroom...
- eat anything that was not more or less life-sustaining and appropriately caloric.
This is progress, right?
