You know those days that you feel like you've been running around all day long, but looking back you have nothing to show for it? I feel like I've had one of those weeks- completely unproductive. Worse yet, it's only Tuesday. In a way, this week has been even harder than the first waiting for my other half to return home. My mind is consumed with thoughts about him making it almost impossible for me to focus on anything else. I am smitten.
It's not as if I don't have plenty to do- the projects are bountiful and cleaning is unlimited. But, I may as well wait until closer to the weekend to clean so it stays clean for when Jim gets home. Right? Cleaning today would just be a waste. Instead, I spent an hour looking through the 5,000 pens and pencils for a skinny dry-erase marker. I know I've had tons of them, do you think I could find one? No. What a waste of time.
Not long ago, while at a friend's house I noticed she had a white board displayed in her kitchen with all of her emergency numbers. I had a really strong feeling that I needed to do that as well.
There is no 911 over here, instead it is 112. Seriously, 112. If a real emergency were to happen, I can't say I'd remember those three numbers in that order in a moment of panic. I finally know our home phone number, but under stress I'm sure it could easily slip my mind as well.
These numbers over here are LONG.
Yesterday, a police car or some type of emergency vehicle buzzed past and reminded me I need to get this up just in case anything were to happen.
Not only has this last week been difficult- this time of my life feels like a huge detour.
A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery
on a detour.
I hear these sirens {and they're LOUD} and still feel like it's coming from a movie rather
than racing down our street. Truly Europe.
1 comment:
Sounds just like in the "Bourne" movies!! I get what you're saying!
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