What a week

It feels like we've been through it all: Court, a viral cough, the end of co-op, a t-ball awards banquet, the last few episodes of The Hills finally showing up On Demand, the Great Fish Food Bowl Dump of 2008. It's been crazy.

And because of all these happenings, Lil E and I have not had enough sleep and the sleep we have had has been interrupted by coughing jags and crying, mama concern and doses of medicine. We had to rush through some of the fun stuff because of being too worn out or just needing cuddle time. I've missed a lunch with a friend and cancelled a dinner and a party I really hoped to go to. And then, of course, there was The Massive Fish Bowl Cleaning of 2008.

Today, though, things are somehow better. There was a med-free night of good sleep and we are headed to the lake for some time to be unplugged, in the water and away from all those stresses of the week.

There's lots more to talk about. But that will all save until Monday.

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Things you think about at 4 a.m. in a steamy bathroom with a sick kid

What the hell do those city workers use to spray off the graffiti? Don't get me wrong, I am all for graffiti-removal. I just feel the need to know if the stuff that erases it is living in my lungs.

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It was what it was: A court update

As it turns out, court is very good people watching. Of course, if you've ever been there, even for jury duty, you know this.

That was the distraction, sitting with my dad for what seemed like a long time but was really just an hour or so, since "only fifteen minutes" is a legal term that means "longer."

And thank goodness for my dad, who occasionally patted my shoulder or grabbed my hand and listened patiently as I reviewed what I would say if I was asked when I stood before the judge.

As it turns out, though, the attorney for the other person in this matter, didn't show up. And without that attorney, we couldn't proceed. Without him, we got a continuance and we left exactly where we were when we got there. Just with less nerves.

I certainly don't want this to be dragged out. I certainly wasn't happy that my time and money were wasted for a few giggles over Creepy Guy who slid in right next to me on the bench.  But I did feel good about being there, being so supported by dad, being confident in how well-represented by my own attorney and in walking out of the courtroom knowing I've fulfilled my part (and so much more).

Everyday, I am trying to move this along, to move forward myself, to settle into my life of thriving and our lives of peace and sweetness and health and joy. It doesn't always work out that way, of course. Hell, it doesn't always work out our way. Some days just are what they are, and that's all they can be. Nothing bigger and shinier and wrapped up in ribbons, nothing less.

Pssst! All shoe notions confirmed with the very sassy red patent peep toes peeking out from my attorney's classic blue suit. I told you so.

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