The kid and the husband have been sick all week with gastrointestinal sorts of ailments. I have yet to be struck, but I always expect the worse given my track record.

So that sucks.

But I’m trying my hardest to be positive. I know that at the end of July we will move to a new place and life will get normal again. I know that we will be eating better (not loads of McDonald’s and Taco Johns and Culver’s) because we will be less stressed and have a bigger kitchen and there won’t be ants everywhere.

I’m trying to be in the moment and appreciate the small stuff as all those goofy self-help books would encourage me to do. And I’m trying to take control and stop whining as Dr. Phil might encourage me to do.

I’m trying. I’m not always succeeding.

Also, I sure hope that if I succumb to the puke and poo illness it is a solid amount of time after lunch today when I ate that veggie chili.