What's the Point?

  Welcome to a brief pity party.  Everyone needs one now and then, I suppose although I abhor them, especially from me.

So I was typing up a post about trying to change my tone from frustrated to funny when there was a huge crash. 

I went to the living room to find that Trey had knocked over the Christmas tree.  For his own protection, I sent him to his room while cleaned up.  The tree topper was shattered.  I should have sent me to my room.  I ended up cutting my hand while trying to clean up the broken glass.

I was vacuuming up the rest of the glass, looking hard for bits of shinyness on a carpet that looks like somone used my living room as a quicky-lube for 10 years before turning it into the front room of a house.

Tia and I have talked about trying to change our surroundings to match how we feel inside but when things like this happen, I can't help but think, "What' the point?" 

 Our old couch looked our carpet.  My mom gave us her couch when she upgraded.  Immediately, the dog ate the corners off the throw-pillows. 

Tia put up a Christmas tree on Friday and it's destroyed on Sunday. 

Right now, it seems like an uphill battle just keeping things from getting worse.  Making things better?  Fogedaboudit.