In a funk

I've been in a bit of a funk lately. Dealing with random baby ailments. Wondering if I'm speaking a foreign language to my children. Crying about weird things (watching Girls Just Want to Have Fun—and no, I am NOT pregnant.) Realizing, once again, that I am probably the only one in the house fighting the good fight against the descent into chaos.

I was all set to blog about my grievances. But after writing some of it down, I stopped. And then I deleted.

I thought about people in my own family and neighborhood who are dealing with really hard things. And I realized that in the grand scheme of things, I don't have a lot to complain about.

Our life is good. Sure, I wouldn't say no if an obedience fairy showed up to teach the kids a thing or two, but when compared to the sadness and trials that go on all around me, I have to stop... take a deep breath... and say, "Life really is pretty good."