Sometimes the universe just forces you to slow down, whether you like it or not, and you better just deal with it. I’m having one of those weeks that just make you want to slap on a backpack, tie up your boots and head for the hills. The hubby is in L.A. wining and dining at a big gaming show, and I’m here at home running the other show.
Let’s review: So far I’ve had to fix a broken toilet (well…it’s a BandAid really, until Mark gets back), call the police to break up an impromptu drunken grad party on my lawn in the wee hours of the morning, talk a stressed-out boy down from the homework ledge, entertain visiting family, run a business, clean a house, clean up the mess from the other toilet I coincidentally broke (thank goodness for the third one or we’d be hooped). So far so good.
However, it only takes one grain of sand to bring the whole engine to a grinding halt. A virus hit and Jane has been knocked out with a bad cold! The poor kid has been lying in bed for two days, while I try to convince her to study for her last grade-five science test. Yowsa. I can feel the grey hairs sprouting all over my shrinking head!
I have had to admit defeat and climb right into bed with her. It’s like there’s a little heat generator in bed with me, so all the windows are open, and a breeze is wafting in.
So I’ve given in to the madness and the day is actually turning out to be pretty good! I finally figured out some tricky PhotoShop processes and I went to town. Although it looks simple enough (my graphic designer friends are howling with laughter), the summer entertaining collage I put together took some figuring out, and I’m patting myself on the back for turning 46 yesterday and teaching myself something new every day! Go me!
