Trying to Count My Blessings
Kids' behavior sucks. Grateful I have them.
Can't do anything right at choir. Grateful they haven't kicked my goram ass out.
Doctor's office doesn't give a rat's ass. Grateful my haranguing, er, persistent follow up worked.
CAT scan on head tomorrow. Grateful John is willing to stay with the kids.
Totally overwhelmed with life. Grateful... well, grateful I'm alive, I guess.