More On Gratitude (Or: 4/365)

I’m rather failing at the whole Grace in Small Things lately. First I took a week off, and then, well, then, I fell back into my little pit of self-pity and whiny-ness. I really don’t have an excuse.

I’m finding it so hard to come up with things to be grateful for lately. I just can’t help it. You’ve probably read about my latest Kid-Drama. Well, that was just the tip of the iceberg on Monday.

You see, Monday, (…and this is probably going to be waaaayyyy TMI, but.. welcome to my world.)…well, Monday… Fuck… there is no delicate way to put this.  I went to the bathroom twelve times on Monday.  During one of those times, I broke my pants.  Oh! Wait… There’s something!

Number 1. I am grateful I did not break my pants in Target when I was visiting the facilities there, or at the doctors office when I was checking out their toilet paper and air freshening supply.

Anyway, yeah, I moved to reach the paper, and heard a snap, and, of course, my zipper had broken.

Changed my pants and went to the doctors. To discover that I have an everything-infection. On Zithromax I go. (Which is not, apparently all that helpful in the explosive erm… bathroom-happenings department.)

Oh, I also confirmed that my Wii Fit is oh, about 20 lbs off on weight. Yes, that’s TWENTY POUNDS. As in, I am twenty pounds heavier than I was rather hoping I was.

Seriously, shitting 12 times a day can’t take a few pounds off the top? I mean, if I have to have the pain, puking and er, other parts of the disease why can’t I have the extreme weight loss part too? I know, it will come eventually, but…sigh. Can’t I at least look good while feeling like shit?

But, I suppose it could be worse:

Number 2: The Wii could have been 40 lbs off. I’m grateful it was only 20, I suppose.

Let’s see, what else? Well, a few weeks ago, the man and I almost broke up. I mean, really. I didn’t write about it then, because it’s just too much for me to even think about, but it happened. We are okay now. But, things got to the point of explosion, and we almost didn’t make it through. I can not imagine how empty my life would be without him. I really can’t.

Number 3: I am extremely grateful for him.

All else aside, I really couldn’t stand without him. I would just collapse under the weight of all this. I know how co-dependent that sounds, but, it’s true all the same. At the end of the day, when I get to sit and play silly videogames with him, or watch TV with him, it makes all the other crap just seem less hard. Less awful.

Speaking of TV:

Number 4:

3-D Chuck makes life bearable.

And finally, number 5: Morrowind: Oblivion. A distraction when I really need to be distracted.