Some days, you just have to roll with the punches...

Quite frankly, there are some days you wonder why you wake and other days you wonder why you woke up. Why is it that whenever things head south, everything heads south?

I remind myself that my life does not involve the cottage at the end of the lane with the white picket fence but I get to have the home that has stains on the carpet, weeds in the front yard, sparse grass in the back yard, and a mailbox that is half on and half off the post. Instead of gourmet dinners and cleaning utensils and dishes right after fixing dinner, I leave the pizza box on the counter and dishes in the sink for someone else to clean up.

I often like to think I'm "normal" but have realized there is no benchmark for normalcy. I am what I am and sometimes I can't quite figure that out.

Some days, you just have to roll with the punches. Other days, you wake up and smile because you don't have to put on the banana suit.