Captain’s log – day 13… noticeable change is happening. Chairs have disappeared from the lunch room. When I entered the lunchroom today at 12:15 the lights had timed out and were off. I haven’t had to change a roll of toilet paper in the bathroom for a week.
Captain’s log day 8 – once again spirits remained high today. Found ice cream- abandon, obtained a new home for it before it melted. Consumed triple my allotted carbs for a week, but it was worth it.
Captains log…day 7 of the pandemic. Spirits are still strong as the chocolate levels are still at normal. Office is getting quieter each day.
No child should be away from home for the holidays, unless it’s something fantastic. This Christmas morning is not fantastic. I feel like the worst parent. My child will wake up soon in a chilly dark cheap hotel in the heart of Provo Utah in about an hour. No Christmas tree or lights, no presents or magical stocking hung by the fire.
I insisted that he enjoy the holiday with my family in Utah. And never again will I get this feeling out of my heart. I hope that he feels that our trip somehow makes it better…but my heart is sick.
How could I let the joy be sucked out of such a magical holiday season.
The hotel pool is closed, we never got a chance to see the Salt Lake City Temple lights (or any Christmas light display). We spent Christmas Eve waiting for something to happen…and nothing ever did.
I hope the spirit of the season still reaches his little heart and that my guys will forgive me for this whole week.
I am a lunatic this Christmas. I have brought this upon myself and hope that it all pays off.
I wanted the little man to have an amazing Christmas to remember and thought that this is going to be the year to do it. He still has the magic of Christmas in his eyes and believes that the world is a beautiful place.
In an effort to make it the most magical Christmas, I thought I needed a little Mommy time and that the little man could have an afternoon with Daddy to shop or just hang out (or go see that new Christmas movie that will annoy me).
I am having a group of my girlfriends come over for a cookie exchange party. I was a little harsh with the details, so I thought I would lighten the mood with a been there done that game. So essentially the winner of the game would have a chance for a prize!
Been there done that Game
I hope it goes well.
Life is truly a blessing and absolutely never what I expect. I can’t believe how long I have been blogging here ( or, not blogging because Facebook got in the way)
I think it’s about time to get back to putting my thoughts down again.
I promise in 2019 to make an effort to break free from the silence.
In reading an article today, I wonder how often do I remember to say “Thank you” to the people in my life that deserve to hear it the most? So many times we treat strangers with more courtesy than we do to the people in our life each and every day. The fact that we take people for granted is no big surprise to anyone, we do this with everything. Time marches on and we have grown used to the societal norm.
I wondered to myself, as I have on so many occasions, about the “friends” I have on Facebook. We all know that person that has thousands of friends. Has the word friend become something different? I know we can all list a few people that we are required to be friends with on Facebook, and a few that we friend just to keep tabs on (read as stalk). But on average, could you, or would you for that matter, be able to walk up to more than half the people on your friend list and strike up a conversation? Would you have anything of value to offer them? Could you say thank you for being a part of my life?
This is my challenge – I want to thank each person that I am friends with. Not just a general post saying “hey guys, if you are reading this then I want to say thanks for being you!” Nope, I want to personally find one thing that I can truly thank them for. Like Aunt ‘Gerty (names have been changed to protect the innocent) I want to say thanks for all the times you saved me from the strange people at our family reunions by asking me to personally help you. Or Betsy (again changed), Thank you for being someone who I know I can call and have lunch with anytime I visit my old hometown, even though we don’t see each other regularly I enjoyed the times we have shared and your commitment to keeping a friendship alive even if we are miles apart and talk infrequently.
If you are up for the challenge, I would like you to join along. Send 1 person a message, card or (heaven forbid) call them or meet in person and thank them for being in your life. Make it personal, enjoy it and see if you can bring a smile to someone! Let us know how it goes.
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