I just wanted you all to know that yesterday's pity party is over. I woke up feeling much better. My husband and I brain-stormed some other ideas and I have new direction and hope today.
While I was in the midst of my boohoo-ing, I did sit down to watch a girly/crying movie so I could really relish my everything sucks moment. I told my sister what I was going to do and she asked if I had found our mother's stash of chocolate fudge mint something or other cookies. I let her know that, no, I hadn't found those, but I did find and eat most of the can of Almond Roca.
God does not hate me nor is He picking on me. He loves me very much and is trying to teach me a few things--things I want to learn so I never have to learn them again, if you know what I mean. My life is mostly wonderful. Thank you for letting me feel sorry for myself yesterday. It helps to have friends who support and understand (and not yell at me for being a boob).