This week, this morning I am especially grateful.

I woke up to Mike telling me goodbye on his way out the door for the airport again. I had on a wrinkled Life is Good t shirt and a really good feeling that he had probably bought diet coke and put it in the outside refrigerator. Not that he said he did. And I’ve specifically asked him not to. Since I’m, yaknow, quitting every other day. But he’s leaving for a week and it’s the sort of beautiful enabling behavior I’ve come to expect from him.  I got up and ran through the freezing cold garage in my wrinkled shirt and shrieked like a moron when there sat a 12 pack on the bottom shelf of the fridge.  Life IS good.

Diet Coke and Mauna Loa sea salt macadamia nuts (straight from Hawaii relative) for breakfast. The latter have caused a three pound weight gain since Christmas, and I have not a single regret about that. Yum. WORTH it.

I’ve been sleeping. A lot. I had some to make up for. Ever just get really comfortable with a certain amount of stress and it really doesn’t FEEL like too much after awhile and then someone really nice says, “hey. i’ll look at that and in fifteen minutes totally get rid of that stress thing by telling you this is nothing.” That really wasn’t said. Same thing though. Nothing to be gained from helping, just doing it anyway. I had no idea how much this thing was bothering me until it wasn’t. Sleep is nice.  So grateful.

Today I’m picking up a new pair of running shoes because they called and, gasp, I answered the phone and they are now in stock. Then a basketball game for Caden-6yr, and then taking dear sweet, expectant friends to our storage unit to view Seth-5yr’s crib to see if they want it.

Because I will never, ever personally need it, again, and this thought makes me very happy. This little friend is gorgeous and cute-pregnant.  I always looked SUV-pregnant. Big difference.

Yesterday I spent half the day with a friend. We met early for coffee, hit the kids’ stores for after-Christmas sales, and then had lunch and were amazed that our era had arrived of not having baby spit up in our hair. It had seemed like that day would never come. And it did. We looked at each other across the table and reveled in that particular blessing. Here we were. No spit up in our hair. All kids in school. On-sale purchases in car. Nachos between us on the table. We made it.

Life is good.

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