It's morning

and I don't want to go to work.

Part of it is I feel exceptionally tired, but part of it is I just don't wanna.

The drunk me would have called in sick. I would have rationalized why I should take a sick day (I am tired, I have been working lots of hours, my husband has been out of town for 5 nights, I took over an event last week that wasn't my responsibility and made it work - the list goes on and on.....)

The sober me is getting ready, getting the kids ready, and getting there. I am doing the next right thing, and in this case, the next right thing is getting my butt in gear for another day. Even though I am tired, and a bit cranky, and the kids are fighting.

I have a list of things I need to do at work, and I will start it this morning. I know I won't finish it, but I will start - and that is what matters.