Are you sick of me yet? I can’t seem to shake the grumpies this week.
Last night was okay. No cursing, no elbowing (well, once… but only a little one!). A smiley baby in the morning. Lovely.
A rough start this morning, though. NSG and I switched cars so I could take her car to the mechanic. This started to seem like a good idea after she called me hysterical the other day because she was driving with Roo and THE HOOD FLEW UP. Hello?
So I made my way oh-so-slowly to the mechanic next door to my office this morning armed with bungie cords and hazard lights. And of course the inevitable: halfway there the hood flew up again. I managed not to panic, since I had spent half the drive imagining this exact disaster, but the hood was destroyed, the grill cracked, and the roof dented, and I spent the first hour of my work day sitting on the side of the highway in 33 degree weather waiting for the tow truck. And the mechanic took one look at the car and sent us straight to the body shop, since we were now way beyond “fixing the latch.”
As goes the morning, so goes the rest of the day.
It’s time for a grateful list, since I haven’t done this in a long time and I’m clearly in need of a bit of refocusing.
… for my baby who started GIGGLING tonight
… for the kick-ass woman I interviewed today, who gave me hope that I won’t be running this project alone for the rest of the year
… for the little piece of concrete with Roo’s footprints in it, presented to me with great ceremony tonight
… for the good turn recently taken in a friendship that had seemed like it might have hit bottom
… for Scrubs back on the air
… for a windshield that didn’t crack today, despite the odds
… for my sore abs, evidence that I have finally had time to get some exercise again and take care of myself
… for my weekend plans that are almost as much fun to anticipate as they will be to carry out.
And you? What are you grateful for?