I was born a glass half full kinda gal. I typically have good days, and I'm thankful for bad days because they remind me of how many good days I really have. {I heard this yesterday from my friend Becky. Thanks for those words lady, Love ya!} I let the stresses of moving to another state and selling our house get to me on Friday. It was a day of me pouting and being sad. By the evening I was better, but I was really grouchy about the whole mess of moving. Hayden was adding to my frustration...