I had another post in mind but today was one of those days when things seem to work well enough on the outside but inside everything is upside down. Gripless is how I felt all day. Hard to explain why but then again if you’ve ever felt this way you know what I mean. Unsettled would be another word for it. Like I’m wearing shoes ten sizes too big and trying to run to catch a bus that only comes once a day. And I only get to see the dusty tail of it. So between feeling sorry for myself and doing nothing, and jumping over muddy puddles, I chose the latter. It’s only natural to assume that I fell in a few but got out and mud falls off anyway when it dries up, so by tomorrow you won’t be able to tell. Here’s what puddle-jumping involved:
– Did some of the little things around the house I’ve been postponing for a while. On a day like today a few small accomplishments stringing along feel better than a major victory. To me they do.
– Tidied up the house while listening to Sasha’s little voice chattering away. Nothing tops that sweet chattering, ever. The topics range from profoundly cute to cutest. Of course I’m biased but who’s to say I can’t.
– Put almost no effort into making dinner. A left-over dinner with good laughs and no grumbling from the boys about the menu repetitiveness. Somehow they know when not to, which is but one of the reasons I love my boys. Reading with them and extra snuggling at bedtime and the day brightened. At nighttime, no less. I know, the irony.
So there it is. A day of forgetting to be grateful while nursing invisible wounds. Nothing wrong with that though. There should be a national “cut yourself some slack” for people like me. Might as well start with today. To be repeated as necessary.