To better days

It’s the early evening of what was an incredibly beautiful spring day. A ball game is on the television and my husband is on the couch half asleep listening to it. The crazy male cardinal that’s been banging against our living room window for the past 5 weeks is at it again. I had originally thought he was trying to show dominance over a remnant pot of poinsettias but they’ve been long gone and he’s still dive-bombing the window.

George is napping by the front door but there is a big pile of his toys next to me and on the floor by my feet. He must have brought half his toy box out here while we played indoor fetch earlier.

I am starting to feel the incredible stress at school that begins about now and lasts until report cards get mailed the second week of June. I can’t handle five more weeks of this and have already begun to dread what should be a fun time of year. And to top it all off, I just looked at all of the photos I took at the Alumni Banquet last weekend – my son’s 10 year reunion – and they are absolutely horrid.

 

Despite the beauty of the season, I had a completely horrible day.

I tried to write about it but after erasing it for the third time, have decided to simply leave it as this. Because all it is, is a bunch of complaining.

 

 

And who wants to read that?

 

 

I’m sure tomorrow will better.

{Lord, I hope it is.}

 

 

Heard this on the way to school today and liked it.

Here’s to better days.