Lord grant me strength to deal with days like this,
where every step is excruciating from surgery, as is sitting up
where as a result I have no sympathy for my husband claiming he's too sick to do anything but play video games
where I have a stack of medical bills sitting next to me, and two bills I paid that still got sent to collections
where Buck vomits all over the living room while Judy poops in the kitchen
where there's sure to be a fight over how to obtain dinner, since neither of us feels up to going anywhere and the kitchen is empty
where I have to clean like a mad woman, despite the pain, because my father in law will get here tonight
where I'm just plain frustrated and overwhelmed and irritable

I must find the strength to cope, to control myself so I don't create more problems. I'm not good at such things.