Passing thoughts: Bad day? Good day? Sometimes depends more on what we give our attention to.
70% of Wednesday was… pretty sh!tty heh —But I was fncking determined to still make it a good day, 🤬 because.. I refuse to let BS ruin my kid’s 12th birthday. And.. we did. In the homestretch, we had a great night. I wish I was able to be the honey badger of Rose colored glasses all the time.
Got no sleep cuz body stuff, desperately trying to clean geriatric cat p33 out of my couch, a bunch of blankets and pillows at the crack of dawn; being an achy pretzel at physical therapy; trying not to vomit on the way to my CAT scan; and a lot of time wasted waiting, nauseous and hungry, here and waiting there because that’s sometimes how life is when you can’t drive heh; pre-practicum workshop was stressful; then I accidentally shattered the bulb to one of my partner’s sculptures; and trying our best to ignore the elephant in the room that we may have to put our cat to sleep soon. 🤕😫🤯🤢😵💫😑🤬😱😞 By 6 PM I was ready to call it a fncking night lol
But really wanted Kiddo to have a happy b-day.. so…. She grabbed her dinosaur costume she made, we all headed to sushi and ice cream cones. We did a little walk through the grocery store for laughs. Got some hilarious photos then headed home to do presents. She was so excited about all of the crafty and funny gifts.
I went to bed, grateful for all the upholstery people who gave me free advice; grateful we got that extra large washing machine; that I even get to my appointments; that I have insurance; glad kiddo got a happy birthday wishes from friends and family ; grateful that my partner is a patient man who prioritized with me making the night special; and that Kiddo went to bed feeling good about the year ahead.