Okay, I admit it, the best laid plans have gone awry.
I set a goal in the last post to fully appreciate my life. And, for the most part, I've lived up to that. But I have to admit, I'm feeling just a bit too much of the togetherness bug.
DH and I just spent six days visiting my oldest son and his wife. We had a lovely time...for the most part.
Friday we had a lovely neighborhood gathering to celebrate the Solstice. It's a tradition in the neighborhood, and since this was the "big one" that signaled the end of the Mayan calendar we felt it deserved a big celebration. So we did it up right. It was a late night, followed by an early flight. In bed by 10:30, and up again at 3:00 am. But Saturday was great...until around midnight...when the Mayan revenge hit. You guessed it, both ends spouting things I won't go in to here.
I found out later that morning that 90% of the neighborhood back home was laid out on their couches with the same affliction. The notovirus (not food poisioning as first suspected) was the culprit. So, the visit was less than energetic to say the least. But good nonetheless. I have to say I did feel sorry for myself being sick out of town instead of here at home, where one of the neighbors was making ginger ale runs for everyone. There was no real pampering going on for me -- woe is me, poor me. Maybe no pampering, but plenty of feeling sorry for myself.
Fortunately DH had a milder case, but that just meant that even when we arrived back home, there's been no pampering going on. So although I'm doing my best to smile, I have to admit that I think what I'm mostly doing is gritting my teeth!
And just when I think I'll get a day to myself, to sit in the chair, cuddle with the dog and try to feel better - he decides to take the day off.
To work at home.
So here I am...not just feeling sorry for myself, but also feeling infinitely ungrateful!
But I do FEEL better. And I'm very grateful for that.
So, as I follow the lead of one of my BL leaders suggestions and outline my resolutions I'm keeping in mind this past week.
I'm trying to just "let it go." Bite my tongue, appreciate the good in people and situations, and let go of what I can't change.
Again, my life is blessed with wonderful things. Yes, the Mayan's revenge threw a wrench in my holiday travels...but hey, at least it didn't strike ON the airplane!
So, I'm thinkin'...if I grit my teeth the right way it might just look like a smile.
And if it looks like a smile maybe it'll start feeling like a smile. And if it feels like a smile on the outside, perhaps it'll start feeling like one on the inside!
Here's too hoping the next few days, home with hubby (...sigh...) sprout a few real, honest-to-goodness smiles.