The chicken barn door froze to the ground, daughter's work called her in, so no car was available to pick up anything (when I was about to head out the door to do that), chicken feed can was emptied, fire wood ran out.....I'm trying to be the half-full kinda gal, but man.
The truck is running, but the car is not. Daughter is paying for parts but her dental bill arrived ($300.00). We are now not even sure she can afford the car insurance let alone the repairs needed (maybe $160.00 plus).
Well, I dug through the un-split felled tree and pulled a sled full of wood to the house. The "glass is still half full." At least I gained on that troubling situation.
My most depressing moment was calling the hotel and canceling our anniversary trip. I had exactly enough earned from my recent craft sales, until truck parts were needed. I'll admit this was a tough pill to swallow, as we have not been out on our anniversary for over 17-18 years and we are going on 20. I sulked and sighed, and dug through my pantry for comfort food.
I came up with a cheese and cowboy candy grilled sandwich and home canned tomato soup. It helped, but it took an entire day for me maturely wipe those oh-poor-me emotions from my head. A bottle of wine would have come in handy. I got over it and pulled on my "big girl panties."
I pulled back my shoulders, ate a few pieces of fudge, turned on the Christmas music and told myself, "it could be worse."
Granny squares were created by the numbers to de-stress. Or at least it looks that way. The dogs, thankfully were troopers and slept quietly by the wood stove. Most of the time.