Harrumph

I needed a good swift kick in the you know where today. Morale was low. Self-pity was high.
I had no good reason for this. You know when your husband is like "here, I got some stevia - this'll be great!" that roles have been reversed in our house. My role is always the cheerleader, the one full of positivity. His role is usually "harrumph."  Not today.
Go. Steve. You're awesome. (See I'm trying)
Tomorrow will be better.