Life is good
Perhaps the universe could tell that I was feeling frazzled and and the end of my rope. Maybe the universe reads this blog? Or maybe I just look that pathetic, though I hope not. In any case, wonderful things have been happening to me lately.
I automatically wore my seatbelt "wrong" Saturday morning again - the habits of a lifetime - and got stopped by another cop, who let me off with a warning after a little baby-related chit-chat. Amazing!
The woman in front of me at the Starbucks drive-through later that morning paid for my cakie and a cuppa, perhaps in sympathy for the infant howling she could hear emanating from my car from several yards away. She was already gone by the time the man at the window told me she'd paid for me, and I didn't even get to smile at her in thanks; whoever you are, mysterious benefactress, be assured that I will pass on the random-act-of-kindness karma tenfold.
The Squid slept through the night on Sunday night, God bless his wee heart. It was an anomaly, but considering that he was following up his two worst nights ever, and that my partner is out of town, it was received with great joy.
My good friend I. came to visit me this week, about which I was beside myself with happiness. It was a glorious three days of tasty food and excellent conversation and squidwrangling and walks and general goodness. I wish we lived closer together; my eyes got all leaky when I had to drop her off at the airport and I miss her already. Wah.
I am headed to my college reunion, avec bebe, in a little more than a week. It will stretch my resources, both personal and financial, to do it - but I already have plans to see many wonderful people whom I don't see nearly often enough, and that will make the ensuing exhaustion worth it.
And Himself comes home in two and a half days, and the baby is asleep now. Life is good.
I automatically wore my seatbelt "wrong" Saturday morning again - the habits of a lifetime - and got stopped by another cop, who let me off with a warning after a little baby-related chit-chat. Amazing!
The woman in front of me at the Starbucks drive-through later that morning paid for my cakie and a cuppa, perhaps in sympathy for the infant howling she could hear emanating from my car from several yards away. She was already gone by the time the man at the window told me she'd paid for me, and I didn't even get to smile at her in thanks; whoever you are, mysterious benefactress, be assured that I will pass on the random-act-of-kindness karma tenfold.
The Squid slept through the night on Sunday night, God bless his wee heart. It was an anomaly, but considering that he was following up his two worst nights ever, and that my partner is out of town, it was received with great joy.
My good friend I. came to visit me this week, about which I was beside myself with happiness. It was a glorious three days of tasty food and excellent conversation and squidwrangling and walks and general goodness. I wish we lived closer together; my eyes got all leaky when I had to drop her off at the airport and I miss her already. Wah.
I am headed to my college reunion, avec bebe, in a little more than a week. It will stretch my resources, both personal and financial, to do it - but I already have plans to see many wonderful people whom I don't see nearly often enough, and that will make the ensuing exhaustion worth it.
And Himself comes home in two and a half days, and the baby is asleep now. Life is good.
2 Comments:
Oh good job, Squid!
I KNOW, isn't that awesome? He had a crappy night again last night - he needs to find a happy medium, as he's either sleeping through or waking up every hour/half-hour - but I'm thrilled that he's managing it at all. I imagine it won't last - I have heard enough parenting stories not to get overconfident about any sleep developments - but I really really really needed it, so YAY.
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