Back in March

In case my last loud complaining post seemed like I was feeling very sorry for myself. And I was. I just wanted to add to the perspective a little, so here's what happened to me in March:




In case any of you were wondering, that is what happened to my van parked on my driveway between 2 and 2:30 on a Thursday afternoon. Which meant my children did not make it to their piano lesson because it was just too darn cold to put kids in a van with a broken window. And in case any of you were wondering further, that is not an inexpensive repair, that window has heating wires and a wiper in it. Very expensive. And in case any of you were wondering any further, no, whoever did it was not interested in stealing anything from my van, as usual it was unlocked. It was just a random act of vandalism. Senseless. To be fair, the vandal did some of my neighbours' cars too. So I was not alone in my misery. Somehow, that does not make it better?

All better now. Just needed to get it off my mind. In the last couple of days, since I am no longer swallowing razor blades, I have regained perspective. The important parts of my life remain intact. My children are all alive and well. My husband is by my side, working with me to create our happy home. My parents are still mostly healthy. And I have good friends. Smart interesting people that I love being with. So aside from my short-lived bacterial infection, all of the other things....just material. Which makes them really immaterial in the scheme of things.

My children had breakfast cereal and fruit for dinner last night and while this makes me feel only marginally better than the burgers, pizza and chinese food they ate last week, I forgive myself. I am after all, only human. Thanks for reminding me, Kate.