Great. And on top of that now I'm getting sick. Thanks to my kids for that one, my four year old hasn't gained the concept of covering his mouth when he coughs. Tis the season.

You know, generally Thanksgiving doesn't bother me, sometimes I get a little depressed over Christmas, but the worst month for me is February cause it's the anniversary of when my ex husband broke my daughter's left arm (he was so angry with me that day and I've got the last words I said to him before he did that engrained in my mind probably forever). I just keep thinking, she was only 9 weeks old, how could someone do that especially on purpose.

And I still blame myself even though I know it wasn't my fault but yet I feel like it was my fault. I play the 'what if' game.

I'm thankful she was young enough not to remember anything though God knows what else he was doing to her when I was working, especially with what he was doing to me.

And let me tell you, the social services set up the Air Force has is really screwed up. A different story for a different day.

My brain is all wonky cause I'm not feeling well today.