Today has been kinda weird.... all over the place.
I was up most of the night waiting for and chatting back and forth by email with Sister Ally.... she's had a rough couple of days. And when she sends you a gargantuan email about it, then follows it up with a personal note that says: “I love you mom!! Please read my email!! I thought about you the entire time!!! “What would mom do…?””
So, you sort of spend the next several hours pondering on what you could best say to her. In the end you say very little, hope it was meaningful. And that more than anything she feels the love of her momma from halfway around the world.
And you go to sleep for a bit.... wake up and realize that the only way you're going to get out of bed is with as many pain pills at max as you are possibly allowed.
And your cat decides she wants to sit on your lap, jumps, doesn't make it and ends up clawing you in three places (that are all bleeding) instead.
Then you go out to lunch with a few dear friends for the next three hours and try not to be delirious from no sleep....
So, you come home and try to take a nap, to no avail.
And then you get a text saying:
And your VT drops off your favorite zucchini bread from Kneaders.
Then you get a phone call from DD#1's husband who says she's been in a car/bike accident with a cyclist who was apparently quite intoxicated, ran into her and was taken to the hospital to hopefully sew back on three of his fingers.... VERY traumatic for her. Especially since it was hard to decide who's at fault. And then when she calls after it's all over and your driving and don't see your phone had been ringing, and you call her right back and she's very upset and says "why don't you ever answer when I need you?" Oh, man.
So while you're was waiting in the Sonic drive-up for some ice, you see the sign on the side of their building that says 'HAPPY HOUR', it hits you. This wasn't a super happy day. There were spurts of happiness, mingled with stress and worry. And suddenly the phrase 'happy hour' takes on a whole new meaning for you. And you realize that even if you only have one happy hour in an entire day of 24, happiness is something you wouldn't trade for anything and if I have to have '100 happy hours... instead of '100 happy days', you're totally good with it. Those moments of "oh mans" make the moments of "oh, awww" all the more meaningful... priceless. Like when the guy helping you at Sonic barely acknowledges your presence, but the cute, busy Asian guy walking by behind him gives you the biggest smile ever, you REALLY appreciate it.