The Good Stuff

Today, the alarm went off.  That inner alarm.  Again.  Geesus.  Come on.  Really?  Everything in me is screaming to stay in the bed.  Call in sick.  Pull the covers over my head.  Go back to sleep.  But no.  I snooze that alarm and get up because I'm gonna focus on the good stuff today.  The truth is, that stupid alarm has been going off, every dayum day for a few weeks now and I've been snoozing it.  What's the point in giving in to it, you know? 

The good stuff.  What is it?  I am healthy.  My husband is healthy.  My kiddos are, too.  We are alive.  My husband and I have jobs.  I am loved.  I have friends.  Real life friends that I adore and cherish, and some pretty amazing ones that I've met through here and Facebook, but have never laid my eyes on them in person, yet I feel like I've known them forever.  I have a roof over my head.  I have a vehicle.  I have memories of good times and bad.  Face it, without the bad ones, we wouldn't have things to laugh at further down the road.  So yes, the bad ones are part of the good stuff, too.  I have food.  Okay..shit...I have potatos (and Pringles....and Cheezits....and miniature chewy Sweet Tarts) ...my family has the real (good) food.  I have clothes.  Not very fashionable ones, but phhsh.  I'm a mom.  I'm 37...fashion schmashion.  I have shoes on my feet.  These are pretty cute, too.  My clothing choice may suck ass, but my shoe choice does not.  I have coffee.  Ahhh, I have coffee. 

All of that good stuff and yet the alarm is going off.  I don't think so.  So you know what?  I'm not snoozing that alarm, I'm turning that shit off.  Like click, click...off.  I don't need it going off every nine minutes, reminding me of impending doom or whatever.  I would rather just focus on the good stuff.  Now....where's my coffee at?