And then it falls apart

Life is funny.

One minute everything is going so smoothly, you're having all kinds of fun times and then, BAM, it all falls apart. My question is why does the bad stuff always happen all at once?

It's easy in these times to have a big pity party for myself. But feeling sorry for myself doesn't help anything, it always makes it worse. Plus, I've also learned that it isn't about me. It can't be about me because then it makes it too easy to feel sorry for myself. Again, that doesn't help anything.

Here's a little of what's going on in our world. The worst: Lucy broke her arm on friday. My sweet little baby who is completely unscarred and perfect broke her tiny little arm. As if mom "guilt already" isn't running amuck in my mind nearly all the time, I now let it become this thought...I let my perfect beautiful baby girl break her arm. Of course, she's taking it completely fine. She's running around like nothing happened using her new cast as a weapon or a drum stick whenever possible. Me. Not so much. I look at that cast as something that I let happen to her. Pretty stupid and irrational, huh? Yea, I know.

Then the Invisible Fence for the dog broke. I know that seems like a little thing. But just picture me having to take the 70 pound dog out on a leash several times a day in the freezing cold. With a baby who needs to be bundled up every time. With a cast on her arm that I can't seem to find any coat to fit over.

And I smashed the side mirror on my car.

So here are my options. Sit around and sulk and think about all the bad stuff. Which when I sit and think about, these things are so trivial. None of my family members are in the hospital or dying. My perfect, beautiful little daughter will heal. The fence will get fixed. My mirror will get fixed.