Reality stinks, especially after a fabulous three day weekend.
I didn’t work a bit. My sister came up and we went out for yummy meals and shopped and battled my husband at mini golf and games, and then when she left I still had yesterday off with the house to myself to sleep in and get random things done and visit with friends… The best weekends make for the hardest mornings back.
It’s a big week in our home and thinking about it makes me a little nauseous. After two weeks of watching people’s desks slowly empty out at work, I know our department is next. It could come at any moment and they give almost no warning. And on the other side, my husband has his first big case on Thursday. This case will basically set the tone for the rest of our year – where we can live, and how bad the aforementioned layoff possibility might be…
I really want to bury my head in the sand and not think about it at all. Things have been going so well, the fact that we’re essentially on the brink of make it or break is something I just don’t want to consider. I try to walk the fine line between optimism and getting your hopes up, but I’m never very good at it.
So, instead I’m focusing on the fact I ate tons of junk all week and still managed not to undo all of my hard work to this point
And that I have a wonderful husband who offered to drive me in to work so I don’t have to deal with the 40 below wind chills this morning. (Moving to a warmer climate is becoming a much more enticing plan B to our lives)
And that I have such a fantastic little sister that I miss her even when she was just here.
Bring on the week…
I wish I was starting this post with some major announcement that my path in life had been found and verified, and I was in the process of embarking on some great adventure… but alas, just more waiting. Waiting for everything to change.
However, we did get three days at my parents, with amazing home cooked meals we didn’t have to plan, and my little sister and I celebrated our birthdays together again, like we always did as kids. The cake? Disney Princess. We do not believe in getting too old to celebrate in tiaras either. In fact, not much has changed in 15 years… We’ve just upgraded the lemonade.
Yup, that is what we did on Saturday afternoon. We went to lunch, we went to the local ice cream parlor, and then we came back and pulled out the bucket of sidewalk chalk my mom recently discovered when she was cleaning out the garage. She was going to give it to the neighbor kids… It was a good thing she didn’t. She would have missed out on our very impressive artwork.
“Of course your castle is all pretty and perfect, and mine is huge, pink and crazy with an alligator and a waterside,” my sister complained as we sipped our drinks and documented our undertaking with instagram. Some things never change.
But truthfully a lot has changed… and in another 15 years,even more will have changed. I can’t even imagine what our lives will look like then. And yet, I can still see us on the driveway playing with sidewalk chalk. Somehow, that’s incredibly comforting right now.
This was my fortune at the end of our anniversary dinner last night, and it made me laugh. Yup, this relationship is permanent. He’s stuck with me now!
And it was an unexpected relationship. I turned him down time and time again. He was not the kind of guy I pictured myself with.
But he was the kind of guy I needed, and eventually, despite me getting in my own way, I fell in love with him.
I think it’s a good reminder today to embrace the twists and turns life throws at you. I’m definitely not good at that. I have an idea of how life should go and I tend to dismiss things that don’t fit that idea. But sometimes the best things in life, you’d never have seen coming.
Here’s to something fabulous and unexpected coming around today!