This week. Boy, it’s been a week. A week filled with heartbreak and worry. With guilty relief and renewed determination. With gut wrenching fear and more than a little pride. And above all? Lessons. Lots and lots of life lessons. Lessons like:
It pays to be flexible. In life, in love, and most of all, in your career. It’s impossible to know what’s around the next bend, so its best to be prepared for anything.
Heart disease sucks. Someone near and dear to me is suffering right now. Someone far too young to be saddled with this worry. It’s enough to make a person really fricking mad at the universe.
Getting mad at the universe doesn’t do you a lick of good. The universe? Doesn’t care. Stupid universe.
Stress melts pounds. Three, to be exact.
Fevers are really scary. Especially when we’re talking 104.5 degree fevers. Raging in your two-year-old’s body.
Experience makes it easier to handle the scary bits. I remember when Tori had her first stuffy nose. She was like three weeks old. And I was terrified. So terrified that I called my Mom, the doctor, then my Mom again, and still sat up with her all night. But when her fever hit 104? Sure, I panicked, but after calling the doctor, I calmly carried on without shedding a tear (at least until I was alone in bed).
Exhaustion is worse than being drunk. Especially since you’re expected to carry on with your normal activities, no matter how exhausted you are.
A few baby giggles go a long way toward healing a hurting heart. I wish I could bottle them and send them to everyone I know who needs some comforting.
There’s nothing like the smell of spring after a long winter. Flowering trees, fresh cut grass and that indescribable freshness that hits the air this time of year. It’s heaven.
I’m really really really lucky to be married to my hub. Without him, I’d be a gibbering pile of goo right now.
And that’s all I’ve got. I think that’s enough for one week. Plus, my pillow is calling me. So how ’bout you? What did you learn this week?