On Tuesday, the fish died. She’d been around for a while, and then while attempting to go to the hardware store this weekend, my husband and kids got the idea to go to Petco and get new fish. Our old fish did not like the interlopers. Or they didn’t like her. Not sure. Either way, the old fish wound up dead. It all feels a bit murderous to me.
My doctor visit in the morning took 2 hours out of a busy day. Everyone was apologetic about it (and the good news is all is good) but ... ugh.
Our long-time nanny gave notice last week that she’s moving on. I assumed this would happen at some point, but transitions aren’t easy. I interviewed several potential replacements on Tuesday. My take-away: conducting multiple job interviews with small children around (because they are interested in this matter too) is exhausting. As I was wrapping up the last interview at 8:15 p.m., my daughter -- who’d skipped her nap -- bit her brother. Oh dear.
My husband is traveling much of the week.
I was up from 3 a.m. to 5:30 a.m. on Monday night, which is rather unusual (for me).
So, by 9 p.m. on Tuesday when the kids were in bed, I felt like I wanted this sundae. I took the broken waffle bowl (because I knew no kid would want it) and added chocolate topping and peanut butter. Yum.
Life is a mosaic, and there were plenty of positive moments from the day too. If I look at the whole week, there are some excellent things. As one example, I found out on Wednesday that this past six months’ earning statement (of book royalties) was a lot larger than the last one. I will be hiring someone wonderful. So back to more positive blog posts after this!
But... I did feel this sundae was necessary.