Other People's Mess

I injured myself yesterday morning cleaning up other people's mess. I bent down to empty out the work fridge and pulled out my leg. I had to leave work early and barely drove home. I went to the local urgent care and was told it was either a pinched nerve or a bad muscle pull. I have never been in such pain. Not even in childbirth. It will take a while to recover. If people only cleaned up their own garbage, this would not have happened.

Happy Columbus Day

Happy Columbus Day. Today is a day that most people have off from work. My family does not. I am up as usual, and the only positive thing is that there will be no traffic going to work. Most people will commemorate the day by going to the mall and looking for sales. I know this because when I come home from work there will be a back up of cars at the mall exit. Columbus went searching for America. Everyone else went searching for a good deal.

Zombie

I feel like a zombie today. I am so tired that I am shuffling my feet when I walk. We have finally finished the kitchen. My husband is a night worker and has more energy after 3pm. Every project we did began after 3pm. Tiling, grouting, painting throughout the night. That schedule works for him. It does not work for me. I have spent the past two days assisting him until 3am. My body clock is set for 7am, which means that I have not slept in 2 days. Last night he worked until 7am when I got up. That is insanity.

Almost Done

I stayed up until 2am tiling my kitchen. I worked slowly and meticulously and the wall and countertop look beautiful. With each new project, I learn a new skill. You can learn almost anything if you take the time to research it. I have always had the mindset that if someone else can do it, so can I. Of course, I am speaking within reason. I cannot carry very heavy objects nor can I climb a 20 foot ladder. That's what my husband is for.

Checklist

Today is a checklist day. I have so many things going on that I actually have to write them down in chronological order. My day starts at 8am with bringing Shelby in for a haircut. Then I have something to do every hour until after dinner. I hope I remember to do everything on the list.

World Traveler

Years ago, I read an essay about what it was like to have a special needs child. My grandson was a preemie and they tend to develop at a slower rate until they are about two years old, then things equal out. Their age is always adjusted to when their real due date would have been. We count back 9 weeks. I began to think about that essay and how it pertains to my grandson. I wrote my own thoughts about the road I travel with him. I call my story "World Traveler". Having a baby is like planning a trip to France. You chart out the itinerary and acquaint yourself with every aspect of that country. You learn the language.You know where to shop and where to eat. You know all of the important landmarks. All of your friends have been to France so they can give you wonderful advice. All of a sudden you are told that you will be taking the trip to France  weeks earlier than you planned. You aren't ready, but the plane is taking off. You board the plane, but it lands in Switzerland . You haven't done the research on Switzerland. You have no idea how to speak the language or where to go. This was an unexpected landing. You stay in Switzerland and learn that the Alps are beautiful and the watches are the finest in the world. You are proud to live there. After a while you are notified that you must move to Belgium, then Austria. Each country has its beauty and unique culture. You know that you have a ticket for France in your wallet but you do not have a valid visa yet so you cannot enter the country that your friends have enjoyed, yet. It doesn't really matter though, because you have created wonderful memories along the way in all of the countries you have traveled through. Some people were meant to visit one country. Others were meant to be world travelers.

Great Class

Last night I gave my class on "Happiness". It was a full house and I had just enough chairs for everyone. The more I do theses classes, the more I see that we are all the same. Even though there were people whose ages ranged from mid twenties to early sixties, deep down we all have the same needs. We all want to be needed. We all want to be loved. As one young girl said, we all want to have a purpose in life. I totally agree.