Sunday: I spent six hours sitting on either a plane that wasn't flying or in an airport while my children were far away from me at home.
Monday: I spent more time sitting in an airport due to my son's cancelled flight.
Tuesday: I discovered I had been walking around on a broken foot for a week and would be in a cast for at least the next three weeks.
This morning: I ran out of gas on the way to work--mere minutes from my office. Due to the bum foot, I had to wait for an hour and a half for AAA.
This afternoon: I read a post by WhyMommy and her justified anger.
I am grateful for the time I had to read my book on Sunday.
I am grateful for the extra time I got to spend with my son on Monday.
I am grateful that it's only a broken bone.
I am grateful for the helpful man who brought me fuel and didn't chastise me for running out.