Driving to work, surviving the bitter cold.
Listening to great music, Taking in the sunshine
Ready to begin my "Friday."
Finishing up deadlines left and right.
Plotting sheet after sheet.
Hauling paper and changing the plotter paper (heavy!).
Twice.
Emailing each designer to let them know their
drawings are ready and waiting.
Figuring out details.
Feeling on top of my game.
Not distracted, not tired. Not bored.
Chatting with my co-worker and laughing
that architecture made it to the top 5 worst jobs to
get into right now.
Eat a lunch I packed. Packed one for husband too.
Third time this week.
Good for the checkbook and the waistline.
Feeling good about life.
Make dinner before the kids arrive.
Open the door to a sick little girl with a fever.
Settle her on the couch.
Attend to a million things.
Sylvie is bright pink and burning up with fever and crying.
Freak out that there is no Motrin in the house and the Tylenol is not helping.
And the car in the garage has no carseats in it.
Call mom (no answer).
Think clearly. Get a wet rag.
Rock and hold the rag on her neck until she feels better.
Realize that no matter how much you feel
on top of your game, a sick child can just
knock you right off that pedestal.
And sit and think how grateful that my child's sickness
is just a fever and nothing more.
And smother my kids in hugs and kisses.
Take a phonecall from concerned Abuelita and let her
talk to the now chatty happy girl herself.:)
And smile.
1 comment:
This is lovely--even though it's about sickness. :) We've got lots of germs around here right now too.
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