Bad: Woke around 3 AM, wrote this post.
Bad: Took more Benedryl at 3 AM because I am still itchy.
Good: Fell asleep.
Bad: Slept right through the alarm and didn’t wake until my neighbor was calling at 7:20. The bus comes at 7:45.
Good: I kissed and hugged Ajers and Diva before they got on the bus.
Bad: When I got back in, Tukey was awake and crying and upset because HIS loose tooth hurts him.
Good: Tukey and I snuggled on the couch; I marveled at his long eyelashes, his fuzzy little earlobes, and his cute smiling face.
Bad: Tukey then threw a fit because he insisted the socks I gave him were Ajers. They were not.
Bad: I then threw a fit because we were going to be late for yoga.
Bad: I was late for yoga.
Good: Doing yoga.
Good: Weighing myself after yoga, exactly a week from when I last weighed myself on the same scale. The number today was 4.5 pounds less than last Tuesday.
Good: Coffee with friends.
Bad: Getting a parking ticket when I parked illegally with my hazards on for like 10 minutes, while my friend was waiting in her car nearby, but she didn’t see the cop writing me a ticket because she was busy on the phone.
Good: Knowing it was just a ticket and not something drastic in my life.
Bad: After getting Tukey onto the bus, feeling sad about 9-11 and crying as I read some of the accounts of what happened that day, to regular people, and how the events have forever shaped each one of us.
Good: Worked a little on my new novel.
Good: Went for a quick power walk with my neighbor before the bus came.
Good: Seeing my beautiful three children getting off the bus, and knowing they were happy to see me, and knowing they were safe.
Bad: Feeling for real like I was having a panic attack at the grocery store, yelling to my kids to stay close to me, for I didn’t want them out of my sight. Was scared walking through the aisles, had feelings of discontent and anxiety, afraid of the things that may happen.
Good: Getting into the car and feeling safe again.
Good: Knowing each day is a little better than the day before.
Bad: Thinking of those people who were directly affected by the attacks on 9-11.
Good: Having my family all at home with me, safe, having tucked them all in and telling each how much they are loved by me.