Do you ever see a stranger wearing a really awesome hat or cute skirt and you think “I should compliment him/her” but then you don’t because he/she is a stranger and you are too introverted? This doesn’t happen to me a lot, but often enough that I wish I were more extroverted. Who would be mean or weird to someone complimenting their awesome hat?
Today while waiting for a blood test, I was in the midst of entertaining Henry (I carry a bag of tricks with me now!) when a woman approached me and said that I was a very sweet and loving mother and that Henry was lucky to have me. I thanked her for saying that and she went away but I don’t think I will ever forget her. That is the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me! Especially since it came at a time when I am incredibly sleep deprived and wondering if I will ever see 3+ hours of sleep again (according to my friends with older babies — not anytime soon!). It’s amazing what a few kind words from a stranger can do. They can turn around a person’s whole day and then some.
Aside from the blood test (ouch!), it’s been a good day. Hubby’s off for the next five days, so we celebrated by going out for brunch. Our favourite breakfast place is packed on weekends, but practically empty during the week. Yet another benefit to not working!
Eggs Florentine with wild mushrooms, roasted potatoes, salad, and fruit. I am currently doing that motion where you touch your fingertips to your mouth and go “mwah!”.
Can you believe this is the last weekend of January? To that I say HURRAH. This year, I am not anxious for time to go by quickly at all, but January is pretty much good for nothing except to foster depressive thoughts and make one want to move to Boca Raton. February isn’t much better, really. There is Groundhog’s Day which I get more excited about than what is warranted. Will he see his shadow? Won’t he? Oooooooooooooh, the suspense. There’s Valentine’s Day which has never been a big deal for me and Husband (I miss my elementary school days when you decorated a little depository for valentines out of brown paper bags and got to eat cupcakes decorated in pink icing! Man, that is when Valentine’s Day really meant something, y’know?). Aside from these two festivities, February is just a continuation of dastardly January. Towards the end of February and beginning of March, you get Farch — that icky, end of Winter blah-ness where everything is grey and slushy.
So, in conclusion, I am not a fan of January, February or March. I am really living in the wrong country!