So, after the wild week getting ready for Christmas (think several midnights in a row working on afore-posted stockings) too much sugar (for me AND the kids) and a family cold being passed around, I succumbed to reality on Sunday afternoon and emerged sometime Thursday. The Cold got the upper hand and I went to bed around 8:00pm, four nights in a row. And Monday that was after sleeping most the day. I slept, no joking, until 9:30 most mornings, and it wasn't until Thursday night that I finally couldn't sleep any more. I layed around all week like a slug, and when I tried to get up my head would spin and I would tell Jeff that I still wasn't feeling quite right.
I can see this one of two ways: One way is to say that if I had to be sick, I'm glad it was a week when I didn't have to get the kids back and forth from school, Jeff was able to be home, and the kids had Christmas presents to entertain them. That's the gratitude answer. The other way to look at is that tomorrow my kids return to school after two weeks off and, between preparing for Christmas and recovering from Christmas, I completely missed "vacation!!" That's the "Poor Me" answer.
I'm going with the gratitude answer - - but the poor me crops up every now and then.
And I wonder if there aren't a lot more choices like that in life - choices between gratitude and poor me - that maybe I just don't recognize as clearly. I won't make it a resolution because this isn't a New Year's post, but I hope I lean more toward gratitude than poor me when opportunity arises.
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