Things haven’t slowed down much around here yet (as evidenced by the length of time between posts lately). I feel like I am go-go-go, a frantic pace, from the moment I lift my head off the pillow in the morning, until I collapse, exhausted, every evening.
Driving home from work one particular hectic day earlier this week, I was frowning, frazzled, fed up. Then, out of nowhere, it dawned on me that I was being a bit ridiculous. How many people would love to have a job to complain about? How many people are considered insignificant at work? And how many people just tolerate an unhappy marriage, or have nothing to go home to?
Here I was, driving a car I adore (old and battered but very much my baby), heading home to a house I absolutely love and am fiercely proud of. At this house, waiting for me, is a husband who is hard-working, funny, and loyal, and who loves me with everything he is. Also at this house is a stepson who, despite the best efforts of hateful and manipulative trolls, is now a huge part of our lives.
Last but not least: also at this house is a fat, spoiled, demanding cat who purrs loudly in my ear and jumps onto his hind legs for me to pick him up, and a clumsy, messy, hyperactive, and oversized dog with the most impressive sad eyes and fastest-wagging tail I have ever seen.
Yeah, it’s been stressful as hell lately. I am wiped out, worn out, and thoroughly depleted. It gets exhausting and occasionally annoying. But every day, after the rat race, I hit that front door, see the smile on my husband’s face, get a loud meow from my cat or a tail thump from the dog, and a witty smartass comment from my stepson, and I’m finally, happily home.
Sweat & Sparkle 