I really want to be happy. But not for the right reasons, but sometimes when the week is just out to get you, you just want to be happy because you really don't want to deal with your missing keys and bad hair day. It plagues everyone. My baby nephew that I babysit is having a rough week in baby world, because he's teething and dagonnit, life is just rough when you have to grow teeth. My mom is in a tizzy over hosting Thanksgiving, so she's already cleaning out the freezer and making me eat copious amounts of steamable veggies and curry so we have room to freeze the turkey. Everyone has rough times, so why does it feel like I'll implode with grumpiness?
Yes, my car stopped working. And it's going to stretch my student budget to get it fixed.
And I lost my phone and have no idea where it is. It's been 6 days. Where are you phone?
And my room totally looks like tornado scene, and I have no clean laundry left to wear, so I'll actually have to, you know, do laundry now.
But, I know I to need to stop and look at my blessings.
I've gotten two perfect A's in my classes this week.
I don't have one of the awful colds that I inherently seem to get every November.
I got some super cute holiday E.L.F. nail polish at Target. (Hey now, blessings are blessings, you know.)
So, I'm just going to try to get through this weekend, and hope it doesn't bop me on the head like this Petter Rabbit week has. Oh, and I'm going to keep listening to Hot Chelle Rae. Is there seriously anything they can't cure?
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