Just Today

It's a cold rainy day.

Seventy minutes spent at the doctor's office, hearing hacking coughs and staring at a sea of face masks.

My pumpkin self-destructed minutes before I finished my masterpiece.

I haven't worked out since Saturday.

The house is a wholly mess and I'm dying for a glass of wine.

My shoe is making a sticky noise when I walk across the kitchen floor.

I am choosing to believe that it's my shoe that is dirty, not my floor.

Last night I hid in the bath tub during dinner time.

This morning I found myself being annoyed at two very tiny, very cold feet pressed up against my belly.

I picked up my friend from the airport and darn near ran out of gas on the way there, making me late to pick up a lovely, punctual, pregnant lady.

My headache keeps returning and my child is considered contagious.

I can't find a way to keep my feet warm and there are six piles of laundry on the basement floor.

During nap time I uploaded pictures from last week, when the sun was shining, and remembered, in spite of it all, to smile.

After all, it all could be worse.