Friday, September 7, 2007

Brutal Days

Man, today was brutal. I guess when you start your morning out by a car accident at 5:55 am, you know there's a teeny chance it might be a bad day.

Car accident = for the last year I have wondered why my DH would park his car a block away where there weren't any street spots left on our block. Since I get to park my car straight in the driveway (leaving a parking space worth of room behind my car), I spent the last year asking him, "Why not park behind me? I don't mind moving your car for you when needed. I like it when you park behind me. It's like you're protecting your family."

He hasn't parked behind EVER, except for last night. He came home from SF in the am after having pulled a full day at work and another full day setting up a server for a school in SF. He was in that zombie state beyond tired. And he finally parked behind me.

So, this morning, I get up at 5, do all the regular morning work, jump in the car with my kids and the hot, full breakfast that they made for their friends, and --crunch--.

And after that, the day only got worse.

I won't bore any one with the ickies. It's a horrible list. I don't want it to eat up another bit of mental space.

Suffice it to say that this morning a friend met me at the building and did a good bit of exercise with me. Exercise gives me a buffer and a good bit of resistance to trauma. I can handle so much more when I have had good exercise.

There were a few points today when I thought I was going to crack, just completely lose it. I drained all the tears, but never did crumble fully. Now I'm back to that Zen state of simply not caring anymore and that's a great place to be.

So, to that one friend who got up so early to walk with me, Thank You for coming this morning. I had no idea how much I would need it!