I owe ya one, babe.

One of the tender moments

So I had a horrible day.  The weather simply can’t get any more ridiculous between the spattering rain and the grey overcast skies and the windy bitter air.  I had to speak at an event and felt like a bumbling idiot.  Mario spilled chocolate milk and ketchup all over the sofa. Cy licked what he could before I got to him, and then proceeded to puke it all up so I got the added pleasure of not only wiping up milk and ketchup but also doggie throw-up and saliva.  Maria is going through 6-year-old menopause complaining of heat attacks and kicking all around on the couch until she jabbed me in the thigh. Work is gearing up again and I am losing the one person I have relied on the past two months to another job.  I haven’t had a good workout in at least five days, which is an eternity for me. 

I did get my hubby back tonight, though, and he even put the kids to bed.  He also reminded me of how precious life can be amongst all the turmoil and craziness of the day.  When he came through the door, the kids’ faces lit up and they chimed in unison “Daddy!”  He had arrived home at 10 pm from a day trip New York (got up at 4:45 am).  As much as the kiddies can get on my nerves, I would much rather come home to them then be forced to fly on those day trips.  So, I decided to calm myself down by reading through some quotes about life and found this one:

Why does a person even get up in the morning?  You have breakfast, you floss your teeth so you’ll have healthy gums in your old age, and then you get in your car and drive down I-10 and die.  Life is so stupid I can’t stand it.  ~Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams

I laughed out loud at the rawness of it and the notion struck me as so true, at times – until you have someone who loves you remind you that it’s not all that bad and the sweet, tender moments are worth living for… Thanks, babe, for getting me through tonight.

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