Have a good day

2009 has been a pretty crappy year for not only myself, but for alot of people close to me. I've had friends that had to deal with the death of loved ones, others with family illnesses, and it's been heart breaking watching their pain. Closer to home, my brother was laid off and we had to deal with moving my mother from Ohio and all the drama that caused. I mean, that was practically a naturally disaster in it's self. Then Aly lost her job, I had a hysterectomy, was laid off while recovering from surgery and then had complications from my lupus that caused me to be home for an additional 3 more months.

Being unemployed and home with an illness can really test your mental strength. You try to set small resonable goals that you can achieve. Each time you hope you're not setting yourself up for failure. I have good days and bad days. On the good days I can make my family dinner, get some food shopping done, maybe even write a blog. On the bad days, I struggle....I simply struggle.

The other morning I was feeling just so/so but I got up early so that I could make coffee for Aly before she left for work. She has been able to find a long term sub job and it makes me feel good to get up in the morning to make her breakfast, and get her lunch ready for her. It's a nice way to her morning started and it's a good way to have a few minutes with her. Some days I go back to bed after I see her out the door but most mornings I try to stay up. One of the benifits of staying up in the morning is having some coffee and watching sports center with Robby before he goes to school. I like this time with him because it's just me and the little man. Most mornings he's talkative and likes to tell me about the "Play of the day". Just before he leaves for school I always tell him to have a good day and that's when he always makes me smile because of his response. Now most of time when you tell someone, "have a good day" they will absent mindedly say, "yeah you too" or "ok, thanks". Not Robby, when you say have a nice day to him, he responds with a such an afffrimative "OK". It's like I'm asking him to take out the trash or something, he says ok like he is mentally putting it on his of things to do list....have a good day. Ok got it. At times I feel like I need to remember to always tell him to have a good day because what if I don't and he forgets to or something? I just really love the way he takes it so seriously...."OK".
Maybe it's because he's a kid or maybe it's just because I find most things he does adorable, but you know what? Right now when things seem so difficult when someone says to me "hey have a good day" I want to really take it to heart. I want to give it my best effort and do the best I can to make it a good day. I want to be like Robby and say, "OK" and really mean it.