Scenes from The Weekend...Sort Of
It was a bit of a rough weekend, as we spent the better part of it packing in preparation for the continued "operation house destruction/put-back together". I have to say, it's reached a pretty hilarious (in, as my friend Tiffany put it, a "Jack Nicholson laughing" sort of way) point around here. We're now down to 2.5 functioning rooms -- the kitchen, guest room and 1/2 of the dining room, where the girlies and Bryan's mother (who's been staying with us while his dad is in the hospital) are sleeping. We've also had some weather related pool delays, so there's nowhere to escape outside either for fear that one of the girls will trip and fall into a huge, gaping concrete hole in the backyard.
But here's the thing, no matter how bad things seem to be, no matter how much I want to scream and cry (and trust me, I've cried...maybe even this morning in the parking lot at Millie's school, to the aforementioned Tiffany), I am reminded that we are lucky. Just when I'm feeling epically sorry for myself, I get a call that a dear friend unexpectedly lost his brother Saturday morning, followed by news from another dear friend that her father had passed away... or I flip on the computer and read about the aftermath of the tornado in Missouri. It's humbling. Truly.
So again, we're reveling in the small (I'm thinking that will be my mantra this year)... a particularly good ballet class on Saturday morning, a slow breakfast yesterday and, maybe best of all, watching the girlies endlessly rally amidst the craziness -- they are hugely creative and adaptable and cool. I could learn a lot from them right about now, yes?
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