Pity Party. Table for 1 please.
Do you ever have those
days weeks where it feels like nothing is going right?
Delilah slams her finger in the door. I spill coffee in my car. Nope. No napkins. Why would there be.
My car leaves me stranded and $500 later, I have a running vehicle again.
Woohoo, its pay day! Op. Never mind, my pay has been docked because of all of the days I have missed.
I was feeling a little down, but then Byron said, "Sarah, go get a damn pedicure." And my response was natural, "No, no. I still have to make lunches, do laundry, clean the floors, floss my teeth...."
I went to get a pedicure. And it was lovely. Just 30 minutes. 30 minutes is all it took to shake me of my piss-poor mood. I came home and Byron was doing laundry. Delilah was playing. Delilah was so excited to see me, Byron looked at my toes, and I was reminded of how lucky I am.
As irritating as things have been, they are not what is important. Granted, I feel like my head is about to explode, but regardless, not important and not what matters.
I kicked myself out of my party.
We had a great weekend, it was tiring, but great. We went on a boat, Delilah played in a little pool, we saw ducks. Delilah loves to dress up and we have had crazy, crazy storms. Here is a look at our weekend in pictures.