I don’t always initially see the bright side, but God has so been working on this chick. When Hannalee threw up the other night, after I’d only been asleep for 3 hrs and already quite sleep deprived, I had to come up with something positive.
- At least she threw up in her bed and not all over the walls.
- At least the throw up didn’t drip onto Sean’s bunk bed (she’s on the top)
- At least there was no trading Monday, so I can recover.
- At least she’s not real feverish.
- At least Sean slept threw the whole thing
- At least I had a steam vac for what she did get on the rug
- At least the vomit wasn’t on the side where the steam vac doesn’t go and I didn’t have to move the heavy bunk bed
There’s always a brighter side. I began just being thankful for all those things and more, and I managed to not swear or even get mad in my very tired state, as saw it as an opportunity to catch up on some things while I waited for things to wash and dry.
There is always a brighter side, no matter how terrible or horrific the situation.