Every now and then you just need to dig in and really enjoy your own little pity party. Wallow in your “poor me” attitude and then, put your big girl undies on and get moving again. I’m feeling like a poor mother, poor wife, poor friend. Maybe it’s hormonal. Maybe it is the weather. I know it won’t last for long, so I might as well let it ride. That stupid fish from Nemo is whispering in my ear. I will just keep swimming, swimming, swimming and get done what needs to be done. Sometimes I will do it with a smile on my face and a cheerful word. Sometimes I will do it through clenched teeth. Sometimes I will do it only after a glass of wine at the end of the day. And like I’ve said before, I know there is GOOD in my day.

Your turn to tell me, how do you like to celebrate your own pity party?

My key ingredients for a proper pity party for myself include wine, cheesy TV, and lots and lots of York Peppermint Patties.