Too Happy?

“Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life; and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.” ~Robertson Davies

I love this quote. :) And I was thinking today that I’m just too damned happy. And, really, I shouldn’t be. I should be all miserable and depressed and mopey.

I mean, we’ve got enough problems right now, yanno?
Just got in debt $3000 for the new truck – which needs another couple hundred dollars put in it to really be running ideally. (Doing roadside assistance and putting the miles on it that we do, we need it to run right or we’re just beating it into the ground)
We’re behind on bills – not a lot, not even a month behind, but enough that we’re feeling the pinch.
Work has been rather slow and having Friday, Saturday and Sunday off while the old truck was down and we were seeing to getting a new one didn’t help with the money/bills issue.
What else?
The kid is having some serious focus problems. He forgets EVERYTHING – and he’s had a few detentions because of it, not to mention groundings. I’m pretty sure it’s all hormonal and normal for his age but, still…. It sucks to have to be on his ass all the time when, really, he’s such a good kid.
The house is a mess and I’m having a hard time keeping it neat now that it’s gotten colder out. There is… STUFF… everywhere. Coats and shoes and stuff Taylor is trying to sell on ebay and boxes to go out and cats and dog toys and… ARGH! So I get discouraged and don’t do a thing.
I’ve been sick for over a month and despite two runs of antibiotics I really don’t feel all that much better. I’m pretty sure it’s all the animals triggering my allergies which then causes mucus to build up in my nose and ears and chest, which then gets bacteria in it, which then causes me to stay sick. But I love the animals and can’t bear to part with them so… I just stay sick.
I could go on and on but I think y’all get the picture.

But you know what the cool thing is?
None of that really matters. I’m not down in the dumps over it, not even really sweating it.

I’m happy.

Taylor loves the new truck and when they went to put the broken driveshaft back into the old one, all the hammering sorta straightened it out – so now we have two vehicles. The old truck probably won’t last real, real long but it’s good for now, for running errands and stuff.

It’s going on winter so business should pick up and the bills WILL get paid and I just refuse to worry about it.

The kid.. well… he’ll get over this hormonal boy crap eventually and, if not, he’ll just stay grounded for eternity. Lol.

So I’m happy. Sick and broke and frazzled, but happy.

And that’s what got me to thinking about that quote.
Maybe I’ve just plucked treasures out of my unhappiness. :)