Isn't that always the worst, when you wake to your annoying ringtone that you really hate and want to change, but keep because you hate it so much you actually get out of bed when it goes off so you don't have to hear it anymore?
Today is Friday, a gross, rainy, sluggish Friday. A not so great Friday. My day started with aforementioned annoying ringtone and just went downhill from there. Next, I got some wonderful news from my mechanic. Basically, they can't find the part they need to fix my car. If they can't find it, and they are still trying *fingers crossed*, I need a new car. SIIIIIIGH awesome. I can't really afford a new car right now so I'm really hoping they find the part.
Then, I went on autopilot and tried to drive to Job 1, even though I was on my way to Job 3, which of course made me 5 minutes late. Yay. Job 3= babysitting at the gym I go to so Mommies can workout for an hour and a half. I had my regular,s two adorable children, Baby Girl age 2, and Cutie Pie (little boy age 4). Except today Cutie Pie decided he was gonna play with these giant wooden blocks we have in the babysitting room, which was fine until he accidentally rammed it into Baby Girl's head with enough force to completely knock her off her little feet. This of course was a recipe for disaster. Instant screaming and tears. I rushed to Baby Girl and swooped her up to try and stop her crying. I thought it was just a little bump. Oh no. Giant blue bruise instantly. It was swollen a good 1/2 inch off her forehead with a foreboding line right in the middle. So, of course I had to have her grandmother stop her workout to come get her, because poor Baby Girl has to go to the doctor's to make sure she is ok. Obviously I'm feeling super awesome about myself right now. The only good thing about this was that after they left, I went down into the Cardio Room and had the best 45 minute workout of my life to work out all my frustration.
Let's see, oh yes, then we had blatant taking advantage of by my employers at Job 1, followed by frustrated temper tantrums by a 6 year old and getting yelled at repeatedly by an 11 year old on a power trip.
Well played Universe. Well played.
Don't worry it got better once I got out of work. I went out to this really awesome Tapas restaurant with Best Friend and her family. If you don't know what Tapas is, it's fantastic. It's basically a meal made up of a whole bunch of little appetizers. We had stuffed eggplant, roasted duck, guava paste and bread, honey toasted goat cheese, chicken, butternut squash risotto, fried calamari, lamb chops, duck, duck and more duck. I learned that I am a huge fan of duck, it is fantastically delicious. We also had a pitcher of sangria, which I have found I am also a huge fan of. Then we had flan and churros for dessert. Basically I probably won't eat for days I'm so full. But it wasn't just the food that made the night so special, it was the company. We could have been eating McDonalds (which would never happen because I don't eat fast food) and it would have been just as great. We shared stories, poked fun at each other, made jokes, laughed, we laughed a lot and we even talked politics. I also saw the funniest picture I think I have ever seen in my life. (see below, if you don't get it, google Chernobyl) Overall, it was just what the doctor ordered for my bad day.
So, as I lay here still in a food coma even though I've been home for a good 30 minutes (and it took me 25 to get home). I raise my eyes up to Heaven and thank God for such a wonderful evening. I thank Him for putting such wonderful friends and second family in my life. I thank Him for all that he had done for me. Even though my day had a horrible start, I know that God only throws what He thinks we can handle at us, nothing more. I may complain about how my day started, but I handled it, and God even threw me a bone at the end of the day. Thanks Lord, because you know I really really needed it.
