You didn’t think that I was going to post another photo of the flowers, did you? But they’re still quite enchanting, don’t you think?
So. I’m trying to have a good weekend and pick up the pieces after an awful Friday. Life has a way, sometimes, of kicking you down repeatedly which most times I can handle, but especially after climbing up to a certain feel-good place after news of Mark’s dad and being so sick, it’s been particularly hard to pick myself up. Overbearing, lifetime family problems that flare up when we decide not to ignore it, a mysterious case of nausea and mild stomch cramps for the last 18 hours (NO! Not pregnant!!) that has me feeling lethargic and on the couch, and news of a 20% increase in our health insurance premiums this year have left me feeling beat up again. How are we supposed to ever get ahead when our already ridiculous $1226 monthly health insurance bill is now going to be $1436? Maybe this is what is causing my nausea.
We’ll just have to work that much harder. Not sure what other choice we have.
But there is nothing left to do BUT pick up the pieces, is there? Besides, I’m determined to make this a good weekend. Mark’s sister, the girls’ beloved aunt, is here for the weekend before returning to Seattle after a 2 week stay with their dad. I am all caught up with deadlines so I won’t be working this weekend which really works well with my Saturday plans of lying horizontally on the couch. Winter seems to have kicked the curb, thank god, and I’m looking out the window to sunny, 50 degree temps and watching people play soccer in shorts and tee-shirts. And because of all the weight I’ve lost from illness and possibly more from this current bout of nausea (which may or may not be such a good thing considering my frame), my a-little-too-uncomfortably-tight, muffin-top inducing skinny jeans aren’t uncomfortably tight anymore.