Thankful to be alive.  Thankful for a fresh day.  Thankful for the warm coffee cup in my hand.  Thankful that my past does not dictate my future.

Yesterday was… less than ideal.  I spent a full day in the city with meetings, dentist appointments, and a GPS (whom we have affectionately named, Susan) that sent me through an old, abandoned parking lot named “36th Street” en route to the aforementioned dentist appointments (which we were already late for) and tried to convince me the dentist office was located in a residential area.  Most of the time “Susan” is helpful.  And most of the time she is my friend.  Yesterday, however, I would rather have tossed her out the window, never looking back.

By the time we arrived back home, my little darlings were of sour disposition and mama was just plain tired.  We were barely home for 10 minutes before the toilet was clogged and my toddler had dumped an entire glass of water down the heat register.   Oh boy.

But this pretty much made my day:  “Draw a Stick Man”

Now it’s nap time.  And coffee break.  And I have chocolate.  Things are already looking up.

Behind every successful woman is a substantial amount of coffee. ~Stephanie Piro