not a better day

I wish it was a better day today, but Thanksgiving turns out to be an emotional holiday. Who knew? Spending Thanksgiving with my family of origin, but not my current family, hurts.

Some of this might be because I'm tired - my daughter was up at 6:30 this morning (usually 7:30 is the average).

We watched TV this morning, and Sprout was showing a crawl of kids saying thanks. Always for their mommy and daddy. My heart just breaks for her, growing up in what used to be called a broken home. I guess people don't call it that anymore, though right now that's what it feels like. Very, very broken.