I am working on making this my motto. That is been how I’ve gotten through this week.
Yesterday I wasn’t home until late because of a job. At least I have a job.
Today I am home late because of a job. At least my coughing is finally productive. I am now getting the grossest green stuff out of my lungs.
I get to work with my daughter. She is my last kid to work with me. All of my kids have jumped in to help with tech at one point or an other. She is my last one. She’s a good worker.
I love that I came home and the table was clean.
I haven’t seen and actually talked to my husband all week (okay, I did talk to him on the phone a couple of days ago), But I am glad he has a job so that we can support our family.
What are you filling your cup with?
Resigning as the General Manager of the Universe 