It seems I have the innate tendency to feel sorry for myself sometimes. Mostly that happens once a month, if you catch my drift. I have learned though, that you never have to look very far to see someone who has it much "worse" than you do. And really I shouldn't be feeling bad at all, but I am. Why?
I feel like we never really had a summer at all. It was gone in a wink.
I am sending my baby off to Kindergarten.
I am sending by first baby off to 4th grade.
The Captain has hardly been home at all this past month and a half.
One of my favorite patients graduated from rehab and I'll miss him.
One of my other favorite patients survived his heart attack only to die from cancer three short months later.
My Grandma is still struggling with her health.
It is that time of the month.
I know I am being a whiney whiney. So I am going to look on the bright side, search for the silver lining, rejoice and be glad in it.
We had a GREAT summer vacation in Florida and got to spend many days at the pool and the lake and it was fun fun fun.
Princess Maren can hardly wait for Kindergarten to start. Every morning for the past two weeks she asks if this is the day school starts yet.
One of Marissa's classmates was killed suddenly in a car accident this summer. I know his mom would love to have the chance to send her boy off to 4th grade.
The Captain has a job and in this economy that is something to be very grateful for.
My patient who graduated kicked some bootie in rehab! He did so much better than I ever thought he would. Lost 45 pounds and is now walking a mile with his wife every morning!
The old is gone, the new has come and I know Mr. K. is enjoying all things new in his heavenly home.
Grandma has had one heck of a summer, but it has brought us closer in a lot of ways. I think it has also helped her and my mom to mend some rifts and appreciate each other more.
Well, at least I don't have hot flashes yet.
Now, I have to go practice for Thursday. I find if I bite the inside of my cheek sorta hard, I can stop tearing up. Looking on the bright side doesn't mean I won't have a few tears when I leave school that morning, but at least they will be happy tears.