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That pretty much just sums up the day.  Blah.

The first parts of a patrol are hard, yes I'm used to that now.  But getting mostly through that part, getting the kids through that part, and then having to go through it again due to broke stuff?  That's even worse.  Especially with a 4 year old who has been saying "when Dada gets off the boat, he never has to go back on it again, right mommy?"  Now I'm back in the feeling crappy, wearing a ratty t-shirt and sweats and not wanting to leave the house (though the booty call, courtesy of the Navy, was nice).

On the up side of things, my weight loss battle is finally heading in the right direction.  This has been kicking my ass for waaaaay too many years, and I'm tired of it.  This morning's weigh in shows me down just a bit over 25 lbs from mid-September.  But I still can't see any difference, which is frustrating.

So for now I'm just going to try to enjoy the small things that brighten my day.  The warmth of the sun streaming in through my kitchen window.  The sound of my children playing happily and not sounding like they're going to kill each other (at the moment).  The irony of the puddle of pee on my dining room floor, right underneath the chart of "potty stickers".