I'm still alive!!!

Don't you just love when you wake in one of those moods questioning who in the heck decided to take a piss in your Cheerios? Like your always told, if you don't have anything nice to say don't say it all. That has definantly been my morning. No ryhme or reason for it either, just one of them days!! It has been a crazy few weeks. I have been trying to finish up our living/dining room reno, started a part time babysitting gig, and just the normal everyday grind. Oh yeah Scott and I got the stomach bug for the second time this season, isn't there some type of law against that?? Luckily, knock on wood, the kids have been spared. You could only imagine what my house looked like come Monday morning after having the kids run the show this weekend. It didn't bode well for my OCD. All will be good though. The sun is shining, it's supposed to warm up, and I'm trying to clean out that cereal bowl. All you really have to do is take a look at what's going on in the world to realize things aren't that bad. Some pretty awesome people we know tragically lost their brother this week. It's one of those things that pains you so much. For any of us who have experienced a significant loss it always brings you back. It puts things into perspective of what really matters in life and kills you that another life is changed by death. We all understand the long treacherous journey that lies ahead. You wouldn't wish it upon your worst enemy. Most days I try to not concentrate on that loss too deeply. It's always there but when I get too deep into it it's just too gut wrenching. We miss our loved ones so much. I am a believer in an after life and that brings me comfort, my beliefs bring me comfort period.  When I was younger I was watching Oprah one day. There was a lady they were interviewing down in Africa. Her village had been ransacked by a bunch of men with guns. They killed her husband, raped her daughter, and kidnapped her boy. We now know that this work was done by Joseph Cony but at the time Oprah was trying to bring  awareness to the situation. They asked this lady how she felt and her response has always stuck with me. She was not angry or bitter but yet claimed to have hope for a possible better future for her daughter. The only thing she had left she took the high road for and held hope that there would be a change. How much can we learn from this? As a society as a whole we hold so much entitlement about things that really don't matter. I mean I was mad when my chair came in that I ordered online and it had a small stain on it. So ridiculous yet we let these things bother  us. Haha such a rough life!!  Anyways moral of the story is that our lives are controlled by what we surround ourselves with in our lives and thoughts. I can choose  to let a bad mood ruin both mine and my children's day or spend 10 minutes with the punching bag and be done with it, let a loss destroy my soul or  learn healthy coping mechanisms and honor our loved ones, we can let people's opinions and status on FB effect/offend us or we can just hide or block them (sorry had to throw that one in). When I was about 8 years old one of my neighborhood friends (a boy) drop kicked me in the stomach  on purpose and knocked the wind out of me. I ran home, cried in my living room, and went back down the street to find him and kicked him back. All was good after that. We forgave and continued to play. We have to live, learn, forgive, sometimes even the score, learn to let go, and move on with life. I hope you all enjoy this sunshine down south today!!