This Mornings Little Joys

Today the scale made me unhappy, then the kind words of a fellow blogger lifted me up.

I slept awful, my daughter was crying, yet when I took her into my arms at 3am, and watched her relax, I realized that I alone, in that moment, had the power to comfort her.

It rained on my radio, my ihome, that I left on the porch after yesterday's playgroup. But the magazines from the craft were covering it and the paper absorbed the water.

I was awful to my husband last night, a pill, a pain. Yet this morning, after his shower, there was a minty soapy kiss in my sleep.

I woke to a sink full of dishes, but my daughter slept late and I had time to clean it up.

I felt taken advantage of Tuesday. Not all of my house guests were thoughtful. I was run ragged. Tuesday night I knit, with the same group. I forgive. My knitting looks nice.

My husband said this morning "I think you have 1 too many things to do".
He's right. But I thank - whomever - that I've been lucky enough to have the time, the stability, and that applause, as needed, to get much of it done.

My dad is overweight. All my early years I worried he would die from a heart attack. I asked him, over and over, to lose weight. He said to me "Deb, I wake up every day and my first waking thought is, "Now. What can I NOT eat today." That stays with me.

I wake up daily and think "What do I need to do? Who do I need to be in service to? Whom have I neglected? Whom do I need to email? Who do I owe a piece of me?" That's why somedays I just don't answer the phone. "Hi Caller, thanks for calling. Even if you are offering love today, I have no place to put it. Can you call me back?"

Today I am tired. Depleted. Maybe a bit sad. Maudlin actually.
Running on Empty ala Jackson Brown.

And then I got an tiny little comment from a blogger that I admire, and glory be Celine Dion / Josh Groban notwithstanding, It Raised Me Up.

So thanks.
Thanks for redirecting my energy.
Thanks for making me feel good.
Thanks.

Now lets all sing "Michael Row The Boat A'Shore, Shall We?"