When you’re chewing on life’s gristle, don’t grumble, give a whistle
I woke up this morning stuffy headed and miserable from a night of tossing and turning and not being able to breathe. I slept down the hall instead of in our new gorgeous, soft, firm, huge king bed because I was all a-snore and driving Lancelot crazy.
On top of my head being stuffed with snotty cotton, one of our dogs decided to be a complete bastard and make noise all night, either clippity clopping with his nails all over the floors or jumping in the bathtub to root around at 3 in the morning (don’t ask me — he’s crazy).
I also had to get up several times during the night to let out my sweet baby George, who is rallying but has been stricken with some kidney complaints (as if heart problems and fading vision weren’t enough). He’s much better and back to his old self, but he still has to wee a lot.
And apparently Lancelot got about as much sleep as I did, or less, because he had the disposition of a Tasmanian devil this morning, snapping and grumbling. This mood wasn’t helped by the fact that he’s got to spend the day (or at least the afternoon) working on my brakes.
I know that sounds like a lot of complaining, and it is. But you know what? I’m not even in that bad a mood, all things considered. We’re broke, I’ve got a sick dog, my car is perpetually on the fritz, my head hurts, my period is going to start any minute now (provided God doesn’t hate me), and Lancelot was really kind of a turd to me this morning, but I’m ok.
Because life is balancing out. I hope. I’m pretty sure. I’m almost positive.
We are getting things done, paying bills, fixing up the house. Lancelot fixed the icemaker that hasn’t worked since we got the fridge. We have ice on demand, people. This is a big deal.
We sold two old appliances this weekend for very little money, but that doesn’t matter because, dammit, they are out of our garage and into someone else’s hands.
Saturday I got up and cleaned the kitchen (I mopped, people) then loafed with Lancelot until he had to go to work, then I went with my dad to a football game where we had excellent seats to watch my beloved Noles lose. But, you know, free booze, so it was a win for me.
I did all the laundry yesterday, folded it, and put it away. No, seriously. I did. There’s no pile of wrinkling clothes sitting on the La-Z-Boy right now glaring at me.
And, to top it off, Lancelot may have a new job. It’s not official yet, but it’s looking good. Fingers are firmly crossed. If you wanted to keep yours crossed, too, I wouldn’t complain.
So things are going well here, right now, so far. Or starting to. How are things with you? It may not seem like it, since I’ve been all absent and crap around here and haven’t been to your blogs in a thousand years (seems like), but I’ve missed you. Really.
Sometimes the “normal” days… the cleaning, lazing, mundane days… are the best kind of days
Glad things are looking up!
I remember years ago in therapy this sort of breakthrough moment where, when she asked me how I was doing, rather than answering Awesome! or Awful! I just answered, “Fine.” And I meant it. And it was the first time I’d ever said it, the first time where things just felt NORMAL finally. Not superfantastic, like I thought happy meant, but just fine.
You sound fine. And I’m glad.
Fingers crossed.
And everything’s good here.
Your life sounds fantastically normal, in a good way. Fingers tightly crossed., but it will only work out if it is suppose to. All the small irritants are staying small. I am sorry about your pup being ill (that’s my soft spot), just when I noted you have four and was going to ask you to post pix of your (canine) family members.
you know, free booze, so it was a win for me
ahh….as the Monty Python song says ” always look on the bright side of life”
You and me both. Broke is the new black you know. May we all collectively exhale soon.
Fingers crossed!
It sounds like you have been happily busy….nothing better than that!
I love this, this sounds so hopeful
I love this post. It’s nice to hear that other people can have a crap day and still not think it’s the end of the world. Good for you.
Things here are good, you know, mostly. Good thing I don’t judge my happiness on how much money I have, either!
xo
b.
You’re doing this well even with a bad sleep! Rock on!
Clickety clacking dog nails at 4am is one of the worst sounds ever. Actually, for me it has been superceded by screaming baby at 4 am. Effect that same though.
Beyond that, sounds like things are going well for you. With the obvious exception of having to sit through a football game involving the 4th best team in the state…
You’re living your life and it sounds good. Snoring and all! Did the job come through?
Life on an even keel, even when living la Vita Broka (and who isn’t these days?), is what it’s all about, baby.
Crossing my fingers for the job op.
Feeling for you with the cold and the geriatric dog – I like to think of caring for old and ill animals as geriatric karma. It’s hard, I know.