Today was difficult to say the least. After chowing down on an In-n-Out Burger binge, I put Jack to sleep, turned on Pride & Prejudice and spent the latter part of the afternoon lonely and in tears. I just needed a good cry and I really had no one to turn to.

Miss Alie, you have so much to be thankful for … so why in the world are you crying? You live in a beautiful house. You have the best landlords. The weather hit 100-degrees today but you now have air conditioning so indoors it can now be somewhat pleasant. Your body is able to grow a baby girl that kicks and wiggles and is perfect from the neck down. (It looks like you may even be able to donate those healthy, robust organs of hers to save another child’s life!) You and your husband have worked hard to get there, but are finally in decent financial shape. You have one beautiful little boy who may throw terrible-twos tantrums a wee bit earlier than expected but has the greatest thirst for knowledge and learning and has a constant smile on his face. You have the most wonderful husband who would do anything to make you happy. Your marriage is bursting with love. If you list it out like that, you’re actually doing okay! 

But sometimes a girl just needs a decent cry. So I cried and cried and cried, and when I thought I had run out of tears I cried some more. I called my mama and she listened to me cry. How I wish I could give her a hug. And come to think of it she deserves an honorable mention in the very least, because that woman has listened to me cry much too much over the years.

I know it’s okay to be sad. Good days and bad days? Everyone’s got ’em. But three bad days in a row is enough. Tomorrow I resolve to be happy, cheerful, and dagnabit I’m going to plaster a smile on my face until I’m happy.