This has not been what I would call a normal week, but then again, I’m not sure exactly what a normal week is anymore…
- Jones came home sick on Monday with a wicked earache.
- The phone call came during my run, so I ended up running a little over 7 miles outside and then finished 3 more on the treadmill after I picked him up and got him settled at home.
- Tuesday I went on a desperate search for pants for his concert. Note to self: have him try on his concert pants more than 2 days before a concert. Kids CAN change sizes even if it’s only been a month since the last concert. Lesson learned.
- The Target cashier forgot to put one of my bags in my cart. It was the bag with the bread I needed for the next day’s lunches, so I had to find time to go back.
- Tuesday night was spent sitting in a middle school cafeteria while Jones rehearsed for the honors orchestra. I did what work I could do without internet access, which was kind of a challenge since we do all of our work in the “cloud”.
- Wednesday I had an 9.6 mile run where I felt every minute of my age (and then some.) Afterwards I kept thinking I had something in my sock. Turns out it was a blister the size of a quarter. (No idea how that happened!)
- The cleaning service was at my house when I got home from the run, so food and shower were not an option.
- Wednesday night was spent waiting while Jones rehearsed for a different concert and then played said concert.
- I arrived home late from the concert and spent the next ridiculous amount of time finishing laundry, hounding Jones’ about homework, and attempting to burn down the house while I made oatmeal.
To say I was a little cranky by the end of last night is a bit of an understatement. In fact, I nearly posted a whine on facebook about not getting to shower after my run.
And then I realized something…
None of my “problems” were worthy of a whine. In fact, every single one of my problems could be turned into a positive.
- Jones only has a cold.
- I am fortunate enough to own a treadmill.
- I can afford to buy him the clothes he needs, even if they only get worn once.
- I have easy access to (and can afford to buy) food.
- I have a job. Not only that, it’s a job that has amazing flexibility as long as I hit my deadlines.
- I am not only physically able to run, but I also have the flexibility to run when I want.
- Someone else does the deep clean on my bathroom. (Best thing ever when you live with three males.)
- Not only is Jones talented on the cello, but we live in a county that offers lots of options for play.
- I own a house. With a washer and dryer. And a stove.
I just need to get over myself and appreciate what I have. Because, really, I have it pretty damn good.
Am I the only one who sometimes only sees the negative side of things? Do you have to work hard to remember how good your life really is?