I worked all day with pneumonia, then came home and changed a blown out poopie diaper while my husband and oldest son put our living room back together (they'd been cleaning).
Then it was to the bathtub with the three little ones who weren't all that interested in getting their hair washed. They were less interested in getting their hair brushed out, I tell you what.
But you know what, on this night of revelry, I don't look on these events as tests or trials.
I don't feel all that bad about them.
I have s'mores planned for later, and Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve minus Dick Clark. There will be hugs and kisses and good things. I might play WoW with the boy or my husband or not.
You have to know what's good or what's bad. Sometimes, even your bad is better than other people's good.
I'm taking that idea with me into 2013.
And I'm making it a better year.