Yesterday was FUBAR. I won’t go into details, because a) complaining doesn’t help, b) nobody wants to hear complaining, and c) when little kids are involved, [expletive deleted] happens. Since I try to focus on the positive and be the kind of person who doesn’t annoy people, I’ll focus on the things I’m grateful for:
1) My children. The highs are higher and the lows are lower when you’re a parent, but the high highs make the low lows worth it.
2) My husband’s earning capacity and work ethic. Yesterday’s FUBAR would have been even worse if we lived closer to the poverty line.
3) The clever soldier who coined the term FUBAR, which lets me have the emotional release of swearing without having to be unladylike and actually swear.
4) Coffee. Without it, I would have been pleading for some merciful soul to just shoot me.