I know that I'm incredibly blessed in so many ways - and believe it or not, I try hard not to take those blessings for granted. I struggle to not dwell solely on negative things each and every second of the day (you know, things like having a dead baby).
But you'll excuse me if today I'm not in a "counting my blessings kind of mood".
Aside from the obvious torment of dragging myself through a day that's designed to celebrate the joys that were torn from me 14 months ago, I'm raging because the flipping rabbits ate my vegetables. My beautiful, healthy broccoli (one and a half down, one to go), two heads of Romaine lettuce, half a celery and a bunch of onions.
You know, the garden is the only thing I'm apparently allowed to grow and nurture (and I'm talking to you here, God), so is it too much to ask that you keep the foraging beasts out of my yard? Let them run amok in the yards of people who are growing weeds and crabgrass, but for the love of - well, for the love of YOU - can you PLEASE steer them away from my tender new vegetables?
And no, since you're wondering, I didn't find it amusing to overhear two people across the street discussing the fact that one couple's child is turning two next week (the same week our first child would have turned two) or that the second couple's first baby is due on August 4th.
You know something? I didn't really want to hear that today, and letting it waft clear as day through the streets while I was in the garage studying the bottle of "Critter Ridder" in preparation for protecting what's left of our garden wasn't so funny either.
And while I'm at it, did every pregnant Catholic woman in town absolutely have to go to the 9:00am Mass? Did they??
God, there's only so much I can handle in one day. It's only noon and I've reached my limit. Please ease up on me - and on all Mothers who are lost in sorrow today - and just let me make it through the rest of the day in peace.