This week was one of those weeks. You know, the week that starts with you on the doctor’s scale at 8 a.m. on Monday morning. Yes, I’m stupid. And yes, they said I was overweight.
I hate it when the nurse moves that 50 pound weight over one notch on the scale.
Tuesday didn’t get much better. Nate and I were a little stir-crazy and eager to get of the house. Daniel had the car, but as soon as he got home, out to dinner and shopping we went. Chipotle is usually our dining room away from home, but a firetruck and ambulance at our favorite location warned us that this might not be a great night to eat there.
So we went looking for another location. We like routine. And black beans.
We finally found another Chipotle, after having to stop in a Target parking lot to look up the directions. It was 8:00 by this point and my glares were boring holes in the side of Daniel’s head. We finally arrived, eager to eat, but apparently, this was Everyone’s a New Employee Day. It took them nearly 30 minutes to put two tacos together, which I think was a world record for how long a person can stare at a pile of steak and tomatoes before dying of hunger.
All of this was annoying, but nothing bad, of course. That came when we got home. I bent down to take Nate’s shoes off and instead pulled his feet from under him, causing him to hit his head on a sharp-edged step and giving him a bloody goose egg. Mother of the Year, I am not. Thankfully, a trip to the emergency room was avoided and he calmed down with lots of love and a warm bath.
The next morning, however, he woke up with a fever and a cold. No, sir, this week was not kind.
Thursday, Friday, and Saturday were spent trudging through a pathetically small number of things that needed to done: things like working, cooking, and washing dishes. That 10 hours of editing I was supposed to to? I completed an hour and 15 minutes.
Some weeks, you just can’t win. Somewhere in the middle of mine, I stopped trying. In between the nose wipes and mess, I gave up on total victory and tried to manage survival. It worked. We made it. Nate is getting better; we have clothes to wear and food to eat. The house is still messy and we’re a little behind on work. And that’s ok.
Life isn’t always huge up or huge downs. Sometimes, it’s simply the little bumps and ridges that make things unpleasant and downright exhausting. I can’t win, so all I can can do is manage the best I can can and go to bed early, eager for Monday and a chance to start again.