My glass is… cloudy

By Mir
May 18, 2004

Honestly, I’m a glass-is-half-empty kind of person. I don’t want to be. I’m trying to change. For me it’s something that requires real effort, and of course I suspect that for others it comes easily and that only contributes to my frustration.

It’s evening, I have plans to help a friend with something tonight after the kids are in bed, and I’m on the verge of hyperventilating. Today I didn’t:

  • pay the bills…
  • balance my checkbook…
  • call the lawnmower repair guy…
  • write the letter I need to write to get my summer camp money refunded…
  • fold the @&%#! laundry…
  • receive my child support payment (3 days late, now)…
  • remember to remind the Ex about the child support payment…
  • manage to order that fan off of Amazon before it went out of stock…
  • exercise…
  • do my reading assignment for my small group study tomorrow…
  • clean the crap out of the car that I keep meaning to clean.

That’s my glass, half-empty. But this is the New Me. No more woulda-coulda-shouldas for this girl, no sirree bob! But ya know, the New Me is in many ways remarkably like the Old Me (who wasn’t, in my humble opinion, such a bad sort; just a little more neurotic than necessary). Here’s the only way I know to make my glass half-full. Today I didn’t:

  • swear when I took the bills out of the mailbox…
  • spend any money…
  • forget to shower…
  • bite the Ex’s head off about the child support…
  • so much as secretly fantasize about something large and heavy falling on the Ex…
  • walk into anything…
  • watch any TV…
  • run the car into anything…
  • harm either child, even when said children tracked mud through the house after I’d just asked them to take their shoes off…
  • harm the child who came over for a playdate and peed all over my freshly cleaned bathroom…
  • eat anything that was not more or less life-sustaining and appropriately caloric.

This is progress, right?

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