"Cry, Cry, Weep, Wail and Moan!"

So...maybe every other post title should be a line from a movie. Anyone know which one this is from??

Anyway...it is an appropriate title, I am feeling crummy. Stressed, depressed, warmly dressed and awkwardly pressed. It's cold. And incredibly windy. Thundering. No, wait, oh...yup. Thundering. With snow in the forecast. A white Easter with an outdoor egg hunt in the making. WOOHOO. It's "that time" and it's hurting because it was WAY late...like "oh-my-goodness,-I-think-I-could-be-pregnant" late, so it's really hurting. And I am sitting in school knowing I have this enormous deadline tomorrow and I CAN'T GET INTO THE STUPID WEB SITE TO COMPLETE MY PAGES! And, of course, my students haven't completed their assignments so that means I get to complete them because this is the school yearbook, their year chronicled for eternity, and the school would frown on paying for blank pages. So someone has to complete them. Guess that would be me. And a big, fat ZERO for them!

Definately an appropriate title. This is the point where I turn it all around and count my blessings and write about sugar and flowers and cinnamon and whatever other words would fit into this slot depicting happiness and harmony. But, you know what? Not today. because sometimes this IS the happiness and harmony. Life isn't all flowers and sugar (now, chocolate...that's a whole other post in and of itself!). I can accept that. I do accept that. In fact, if I didn't have days like this one, I wouldn't appreciate the great ones as much as I do. I know my blessings, I don't need to be reminded of them, they are blatantly in my path, and I am painfully aware that my complaining spirit diminishes the light of them. I am still hurting, although not as depressed, still warmly dressed though not as pressed as when I first got here. And I just found out that our rep for our yearbook company was fired.

The day is beginning to look brighter!