Today was weird.
I was... off.
When I plan my day to go one way and it goes sideways, sometimes it takes me a while to recover.
So dramatic. I am not terribly structured. But also not very flexible.
The dichotomies of my personality are exhausting.
I'm working on it.
Our neighbor's beautiful tree grew over our shared wall and rested on top of our house, damaging the roof. It had to come down. I hate to see a healthy tree go to waste. But, surprisingly enough, our side yard which was once too shady to grow really anything, now sees a tiny bit of the sun. Spring time will mean planting in the newly liberated dirt. Hello hydrangeas!
Play date with a friend and her little one at Chick-fil-a.
Love, love, love the sparkly clean play place.
Love my fiesty bald-ish (still a little greasy) baby getting her wiggles out.
The little ones earned a pajama day.
She has been looking forward to debuting her Rapunzel jammies for months.
The second I walked back in the door, I got a call from the school.
Isn't that how it always is?
Seems my big girl was running a fever.
Back in the swagger wagon I went.
Do you have those days, when you can't take another minute of noise?
Today was that day.
With a sick husband, sick daughter and whole household sleeping, I snuck out to someplace I normally would dread. But I was so in need of silence. The silence of a drive. The silence of a lab waiting room.
How obnoxiously giant do my sunglasses look?
How adorable is my favey Allora necklace? It alone should have kicked me out of my mood.
Only six vials today.
But one she drew by mistake, then threw it in the biohazard bin.
Why would anyone EVER want to become a phlebotomist? EVER?
Unless they were vampires.
I don't get it.
Nobody is excited to be there.
Nobody likes getting blood drawn.
I snuck back home to stitch up some sunshine for someone who has had one too many snow days this winter.
Thinking I need to make myself a matching set.
Then was pleasantly surprised by this special delivery on my doorstep by a sweet friend.
Yes. They are exactly what they look like.
and they are just as good as you could imagine.
How I wish that this was for me.
Alas, a chilled and feverish family member took precedence.
Next time I am first in line.
Warm quilt. Cozy chair. Hot tea. Soothing, challenging, encouraging words.
This is what should have started my day instead of finishing it.
I have a feeling that everything would have been much, much different.
Maybe read it in the bath. With the Oreos, the tea, and the quiet.
That is a morning that I could look forward to.
Tomorrow will be better.
I will do better.
Come what may.