We won't talk about the grumpy. Suffice to say week 2 of the NFL was not as fun as week 1.
So let's talk about the stress. I can't stop thinking about my week:
Work 8:30 to 4:30.
Work the concession stand 5:15 to 8:00.
Number Two has soccer practice.
Work 8:30 to 5:00.
Number One has practice at 6:00.
Back to school night for Number Two is 6:45.
Number Two has practice.
Number One has a game, luckily at the same field.
New dryer being delivered, god knows when, which may require canceling lunch plans.
May have to work double shift.
Running a writing blast (if not working) from 4-5:30.
Attend release party at The Romance Studio.
Away game early, so no recovery time.
Can sleep late, yay!
Soccer and hopefully better football. We're playing the Bills, so there's a good chance of that.
Release of Afterlife.
But you know what? That's a lot of stuff, yeah, but it's all regular, everyday activity. I came across the Speak Loudly campaign (for want of a better word) on Twitter, and that had the immediate and expected effect on my perspective.
Then I read about a blog acquaintance's health issues, and another blogger's father's ill health. Someone I know is starting her own fight against cancer, and a new acquaintance has a father whose life expectancy has suddenly become very short. So who the hell am I to complain about my little stresses?
I'm the one who always assures my friends that someone else's broken leg doesn't make your stubbed toe hurt any less, so I'm sure a few of them will come back at me with my own words. :) Still, I think I'll finish up here and go say some prayers for some people who really need it.