Sorry for the dearth of posts here lately. Last week was so crazy and then I had to go out of town on Sunday for work. I stayed up way too late on Sunday night, so when I got home on Monday evening I could barely keep my eyes open past 8:00.
And last night I was engrossed in a book that I wanted to finish. Not to mention the fact that I couldn't think of a thing to write about.
The weekend, overall, was a little stressful. On Saturday morning my car wouldn't start and still wouldn't crank after we tried to jump it off. Since we had just replaced the starter in Mr. Daddy's car, my mind immediately jumped to the worst case scenario. Fortunately, it turned out to be just my battery. But money has been a little tight lately so we've both been on edge a little bit. Sniping a little at each other.
But then last night we had breakfast for supper. Sausage, eggs, and pancakes. I was getting the kids' milk and when I came to the table Mr. Daddy had put my pancakes on a separate plate, just like I like it (I don't like for syrup to get on my sausage and eggs). He thinks it's kind of ridiculous, but he did it for me anyway. Because he knows that's the way I am.
And it's those little things, those little gestures, that help ease the tension. That remind me to not worry so much about every thing. That remind me how good I have it.
6 years ago