A trying day...

I rolled out of bed this morning in a relatively good mood. After not working all weekend, Monday was far better than usual. That is until my little one got up puking. Poor kid! That alone would have been a bad deal, but she'd had fever last week followed by a rash (and for those of you who knew about our last rash experience, you can imagine my panic) and now puking - ugh. Once I realized this had nothing to do with the previous issues and was probably a simple tummy bug I was able to cope like usual - laundry, cleaning spots on the carpet, bathing, and most of all holding a tired, frustrated, sick little girl. All part of being a mommy.

Then I had the realization that I was fortunate to have these "chores" to do, when I read the discription of a young family with children ranging age 3-19 who will have to live without their mom who succumbed to illness this weekend.

Add to that a traveling husband and a phone call telling us an aunt is on life support ready to die and my day quickly went from cheery and upbeat to blah.

And I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to either say "life sucks" or "...but I realize all this is blah, blah, blah and I have reconciled it all now". But you know what, I have no desire to say either. I just want to leave it at "It's been a sad day" and let that be that.