It's My Pity Party and I'll Cry If I Want To

Today, I decided to have a full blown pity party. It's been a long time since I've had one, so I guess it was due. It's amazing how my thoughts snowball and them BAM...I'm having a good cry in my car at 8:00 in the morning. 

 

It all started with the realization that once again child support for the week was way low

...which transitioned into me thinking that I'm so tired of feeling like I'm constantly struggling financially

...and feeling guilty that Brenn is the main one affected by the lack of the other parent's involvement

...and if I wasn't so dang picky, maybe I would find someone

...and feeling so tired of being the one in charge

...and not feeling secure

...and thinking that I always need chocolate when I'm emotionally distraught

...and being embarrassed that I'm now sitting in front of my work crying my eyes out because I'm just tired of it all

...and good grief, can this crack in my windshield get any bigger??

....darn those delinquent neighborhood kids with BB guns...

So, after my snowball of thoughts and the listening ear of one kind victim coworker, I finally calmed down, remembered what I need to focus on, and left my pity party.

Until the next time anyway...