It's 9:00 on Thursday night and I'm sitting under a pile of blankets trying to stay warm with Thomas, who fell asleep an hour ago, by my side. It's been a slow week - sort of. It's been one of those weeks where you feel SO BUSY but at the end of the day the dishes aren't done, you haven't showered, you forgot to eat lunch, you forgot to call your mom, and you didn't actually accomplish a single thing on that ever growing to-do list. But you're exhausted from all that busy, so you fall asleep at 8:00pm after a few egg rolls and two episodes of West Wing knowing that tomorrow your double-socked feet will hit the cold floor and you'll simply try again.
|view of the sunrise from our back door - Jan 2013|
Today was a scary day. My sister called to say that she and my other sister slid on black ice - and just barely missed being in a terrible car accident, by way of a miracle. Then we got another call saying that T's mom was in the hospital with chest pains - she's okay - they're doing tests - everything looks fine - they're keeping her overnight ... My nerves can't handle today.
But good things happened today too. I found an awesome start to a DIY at Goodwill and my Chiropractor told me she's seeing good changes since we started working on my back. I wore T's sweater with my yellow ear warmer and bought myself a yummy chicken spinach wrap for lunch and did all the grocery shopping for this coming week. That's what it's about, right? Looking for the good parts on the not so great days.
And as we're cozying up to sleep on our new, freshly cased-in-yellow-stripes pillows I can't help thinking that we're lucky. Lucky that the weekend is just one more day away. Lucky that we are together. Lucky to have heat and a bed and a house to call our own. Lucky to have sisters and mothers and doctors and striped pillow cases and socks for layering and egg rolls and each other.
I'm so very thankful.