My thoughts... This has to be a better day than yesterday, right? Yesterday I was dealing with a poor night's sleep, was battling toddler diahrrea at home, and then had to be at work at 6:30am, which meant leaving home by 5:30am, which meant the alarm going off at 4:30am and that just plain stinks. I can get up at 5:00, but 4:30 is pushing it for me. I laid in bed until 5:05, blowing any chance for a shower before heading to work. Headed out the door 8 minutes later than planned. 5:38am. Didn't have time to stop and wash the nasty February salt off my
Back to Wednesday morning...
So, now it's Wednesday morning, 5:00am and I wake up thinking "This day HAS to be better than yesterday, right?" At 6:00am I'm finally about to crawl out of bed and the phone rings. It's Cliff's mom - she's got a terrible cold and feels miserable and can't watch Gavin today. Okay, breathe deeply. Wait until at least 6:30 to call daycare to see if he can go to daycare today. If not, I'll be waking up my favorite babysitters (my nieces) via text message to see which one of them wants to get their stay-up-too-late tails out of bed and come over and watch Gavin for me. I know neither of them would complain about it for a minute, but I hate to wake them. They stay up too late. Wait, did I say that already? They do.
Thankfully, Jo (daycare) said, "Sure, Gavin can come today" or maybe it was "Oh my gosh, are you really calling me at 6:30? The first kids don't come until 7:30, I'm still waking up. What? You want to know if Gavin can come today? Why? I don't know. Let me think. Yeah, I think that would be okay" ...nope, it was definitely "Yeah, he can come today" and I silently cheered inside! I actually just said, "That would be awesome, thank you, we'll bring him over at 8!"
Then, like a Godsent, Cliff offered to take Gavin to daycare so I could go in to work earlier rather than later and therefore, be able to pick Gavin up from daycare at 5:00, since it was Cliff's night out. Somehow now that I type that out it seems more like he was doing himself a favor than me, but really he was doing me a favor. He knows I hate to work a less than full day at work and was making sure I didn't have to.
So... I'm feeling wary of the way the day is starting out, but not so sure I should file it away yet as another crummy day. Afterall, it was only 7:00-ish.
I pulled that dirty, salty, nowhere-near-bright blue car out of the dirty puddle-laden driveway and I saw this...
Pardon the power lines in there. I could have cropped the photo to leave them out, but the inage was so magnificently large and amazingly gorgeous I just couldn't take any of it away. If I could have backed up another half-mile to capture more of it, I would have. It was breathtaking.
The only thing more beautiful was when I turned the next corner and saw in my (salt covered) side mirror, the silhouette of our neighbor's old barn and silo against this color-rich backdrop. The image was breathtaking (although dotted with salt-spots in the mirror). If another car hadn't been approaching, I would have stopped and gotten out of the car to take a photo for you, but I thought I'd stay safe and keep driving. I hope this photo is enough to fill your day with color. It was enough to fill mine. It did turn out to be a good day after all.