AARGH!

What a day. Worked like crazy, had no lunch and went to a Flamingo gathering to celebrate the August/September birthdays that would be Jean and me (August) and Harlene (September). It was a perfect fall evening and we had such a good time, sitting out on HRH's beautiful deck overlooking the lake. It was a grand time, friends, love and laughter. It doesn't get much better than that.

Toward the end of the evening one of the women remarked that we all had so much to be grateful for and, while I know they have all had really hard life challenges, I just wasn't feeling very grateful. All I could think of is "Are you kidding? I should be grateful for:

- My son who got paralyzed at 21 and has been in constant pain for 15 years? Especially since I dropped the ball and wasn't a good advocate who could have protected him from a butcher surgeon who caused this.

- My darling, much loved daughter won't speak to me and I don't know why?

- Being out of work for at least 2 of the last 5 years, really more like 4 and now I have a job that only required a 70% pay cut?

- My much loved, minister husband, who left me when my son got paralyzed?

- Perhaps I should be grateful that he and the other woman waited a few years to marry so everyone could pretend they just fell in love long after they got divorced? Gag me.

I was feeling petty about my attitude, but then I arrived home to discover the cat had thrown up various places on my newly cleaned carpet and the toilet is backed up and I've been unsuccessful in unplugging it.

I am thankful for the girlies though.