- the woman I job-share with was afflicted with this horrible flu that is going around and lay ill in her bed for a week. I was crazy enough to offer to do "our" job for the both of us all week long.
- my eldest daughter's anxiety came roaring back at the orthodontist's office and I was not terrifically helpful in offering her solace and comfort.
- my father, having recently finished 22 radiation treatments in a row on his brain is now experiencing excruciating pain in his hip bones and has two blood clots in his left calf muscle.
- I have given myself a hard-and-fast deadline to finish the first draft of my book before I leave the country for a week to visit my dear friend on April 5th
- a pipe on our sump pump broke and over the weekend we discovered that for weeks it has been shooting a geyser of water up underneath our house, ruining several spots on our hardwood floors.
- I superglued three of my fingers together this morning trying to fix my daughter's St. Patrick's Day necklace. Acetone hasn't taken it off so far and it's past noon.
Sounds terrible, huh? Nah, this morning the girls and I put on some soothing music, sat in a circle on the living room floor and held hands. We took several deep breaths, relaxed a bit, and I handed out notecards to them that held special messages for them to carry throughout the day. I told them I hoped they would remember how strong they are, how brave they are, how important it is to laugh, and how good it felt to sit in this circle together, stroking the soft, smooth skin of each other's hands.
"But most of all I want you to remember this," I started to say as my eldest turned up the corner of her mouth, "I love you two more than anything."
"I knew you were going to say that," she said with a smirk.