That's my word for today.
Seriously. I was accomplishing good things.
Even after I took a BAD fall on the ice in my driveway this morning.
I wondered how funny it would have looked on camera--falls are always good for a laugh;
in a sick, mean-spirited sort of way. But nobody saw,
so I tried to imagine it, and it made me feel better (kind of).
I went about fixing things, and feeling rather super-heroish
(as much as a taxi-mom can)
and actually decided to make a list while I was sitting in the waiting room at the orthodontist.
BEHOLD-My list-that I've retrieved from my fashionable RED handbag-:
10 Reasons to Smile
1. Dub called
2. It's sunny and above 32 degrees farenheight
3. I fell on ice in the driveway and I must be part cartoon!
(A pretty hard bounce and nothing's hurt)
4. The memory of my ColdStone treat from yesterday lingers
5. It's staying light longer each afternoon
6. Morning Boy is getting better
7. There are NO dishes in the sink
8. We've resolved the problem of lost retainer and missing glasses
9. It's almost Friday
10.We're going to do the burger taste test at lunch today--Wendy's, Burger King or McDonald's?
Really! That was my honest-to-goodness list of reasons to smile. And I went about the next few hours feeling good. (And MY burger won)
Then I sat down to teach a piano lesson, and as I bent over to pick up a piece of music, my wrist started throbbing, and I felt sharp pains, that gradually intensified over the next hour, leaving me both stunned and submissive.
Long story short: My good neighbor chauffered me to urgent care while the kids were fending for themselves at home, watching lots of tv, eating grilled cheese sandwiches made from cheap white bread and basically enjoying the sloth and indulgence of a mother-less existence. Maybe a sprain, maybe cracked; a visit to the orthopedist will tell. My wrist is splinted, it still hurts like the dickens, and my thoughts keep going back to number three. I'm really NOT part cartoon!
But I'm animated.