By the end of the day, I thought a redo would be nice. Remember when you used to could call “redo” when you were a kid? Whatever happened to that?
Yesterday (and today is starting out this way, too) was one of those days that by the end of the day, it was looking pretty bleak to find the extraordinary. I knew there would be days like this after my husband decided to get tested for HD. I tried really hard to find the joy. By the end of the day, on top of being tested and the not so great fondness for the doctor (I will come back later and write more about that), we had more than our fair share of family drama in our house (apparently no one got the memo that this was to be a drama free day) and only 4 or 5 hours of sleep to boot. The only joy that I could find was that I had a box of Calgon in my bathroom. I think I am going to need a lot more.
End of Day 1.
Today I woke up to find that my son had gone off to join the foreign legion. Ok, maybe not the foreign legion, but basically the same thing for the same reason that people go off to join the foreign legion.
As I type this, he just returned back from the recruiter (for whom I will be FOREVER grateful to) who asked him enough questions to realize why he was doing this and sent him home. I love that man. I’m not sure who he is, but I love him. He told him to think on it a month or two and then come back if he still wanted to join. I love that man.
So maybe there is still hope for today. So today I am thankful for hope. Never let anyone take that from you. And the recruiter. I love that man. And Calgon.
