poor me...what?

I'm having one of those days where I feel completely defeated. Nothing extreme has happened. No drama. No hurtful words have been said to me. My baby boy has done nothing but smile and crawl all over the place. It's me. It's my own self loathing that's bringing me down. Basically I'm having a pity party and now that I'm actually typing this out I realize how pathetic it sounds. Defeated? What? I have a handsome, hard working fiancé who is crazy in love with me. I have a perfect little man who is the epitome of good health. He giggles, he kisses! I have a cozy home that we have worked hard on to make our own...OK well Jeff did all the "hard" work. But I did the finishing touches to make it cozy. We have a fridge that most of the time is full of food. If you looked in there today, I'll admit it looks sad, but normally we are blessed with bountiful food. We never question if we will get a meal. We are SO blessed. I am so blessed. So maybe this is what I needed. Maybe this blog is sometimes like venting to a friend. And when you get all your complaints and poor me's out in the open you realize that you, in fact, have no reason to complain. There are people dealing with actual problems. People who don't know if they will have a meal today. People who don't have a roof over there head. Families who are struggling with health, with finding work. I am blessed. I am going to try my hardest to turn my mood around today. Would I be happier if the sun was shining? You bet. Would I be happier if my skin was clear and flawless. Hell Yeah! Would I be happier if I had a chef come to my house to cook every meal? Uh duh! But let's be real, all of those things, they are kind of mind of matter things. Today I'm going to try extra hard to count my blessings. They are everywhere. I just need to open my eyes...my heart. And when Brody wakes up, I'm going to swoop him up in my arms and tell him God is good. And I'm going to say thanks.