Bad Days

That about sums it up for me. 

Here's hoping for a better 2020 all around.

Nancy,

njnancy said:

That about sums it up for me. 

This weekend is gonna be a good one for sure! I hope you have something nice planned

My Dad used to ask me “doesn’t anything get to you?” because I was always so laid back. I never let anything stress me out and I tried not to take life too seriously.
These last couple of years have been a series of punches to the head though. I’m ok, but there’s been a lot of external shit to deal with. I’m hoping that 2020 will see me back in the “Life is Good” category

I used to be a cool cucumber until I moved back to NY.

This place has the ability to suck the life out of you at times.  It would have been next to zero but I have hardened since moving back.

hedonist said:

Annafalk said:

I find it hard to define what a bad day is? I think each day has something, some essence of good in it or at least I hope for it to be so. Have I done something for another person today? Have I at least made someone smile? 

You just did

   You are always so kind 

I'm sad to see that so many people have bad days...

I got a hug for each and every one of you, especially @njnancy!

School is hard for my kid.  (Sophomore.)  My heart bleeds for her.  Grades closed today.  Grades other than math are good to great.  Math has been a problem for her since 1st grade.  We need to meet with her teacher to see what more we can do or how she can change study habits to better succeed in this remedial geometry class.  (The child studies all of the time.)  The upset over how hard it is for her often brings me to the point of feeling ill. 

Husband has health issues.  December 2018 MRI results gave us potential insight into what we have been battling with his health for the last 16 years.  Still, stressful when there is something there that you can only wait, hope and pray that pharmaceuticals step in to take care of.  

Two cars totaled in 8 months-- neither our fault.  (We're both fine.)  We're really not designed to be a two car payment kind of family, but things happen, you deal and we stayed within reason on replacement.  Now if the fucking insurance company would just call back . . . we set a deadline for Monday.  My husband is looking to hand the claim over to our insurance and let them have at it.  They can run after State Farm and tell them how much they suck. More crap, but at least we have good insurance and a stellar agency who has been in contact with us all week long.  

Had a great friendship hit the ditch-- hard-- back in April.  It sent me reeling.  Ghosted since July.  Won't even accept return of a key from me.  (Sent it signature required since I was sending it to the same address it was keyed to.)  It's still sitting at the post office.  I've finally worked through most of it.  Decided to go do something positive for someone, so I started helping to pack the school system equivalent to Blessings in a Backpack.  It has helped me to work through my depression.  We pack close to 650 bags every two weeks.  I cannot take the thought of a child going hungry.  For me, it helps to put my energy into that than give it to the narcissist who was doing a fantastic job of wearing a giant hole into my soul over the course of 5 months.