Huh.

My Booger baby

#1, 5th birthday

My bi-monthly pity party has arrived.   Every now and then, something triggers it, and all the little things that I've shrugged off since the last one, gang up on me, and I spend a half hour mopey, and weepy.  

These are my rotten, willful, never listen to me, teenagers.  *I WANT MY BABIES BACK!*  Scanning old pictures into the computer from my own childhood and on, for my dad, and I came across these.

 I was so excited because I ordered a new all in one scanner/ printer.  I wanted to print out some of the pictures to send to less tech minded family members, (less than me?!) and my old one, no matter how often I clean it, makes lines on pics, so... It came! and I put it on the table to unpack it, and thought, "Well, that's an odd sound...." only to open it and find that the entire scanning bed was nothing but glass shards.  Now I have to wait for the sender to get it back, credit my account, and order, and wait for delivery of a new one.  *sigh*

I have also discovered that I *hate* looking for, and applying for, a new job.  

Okay, I knew that one.

All that, and the daily aggravations, kids, cleaning, etc...
I've decided a small pity party every other month, is a good way to clean up, and get rid of all that stuff for a while to keep your mood up the rest of the time.  I know that I don't have a lot of problems, and the ones I have pale in comparison to others issues.  

But you feel what you feel, and it's okay to acknowledge it now and then.

Anyone up for a pity party?  The table is large, and misery loves company. (:

As usual, 

Thanks for Noticing me!