a tiny bit of sand…

so,on day five, i had my eyes PEELED for a pebble to move.  then, i got to work.  and it went nutto.  it ALL went nutto.  every bit of it.  we posted the house on craigslist and people went BONKERS.  then, the friend who i am visiting this weekend (WOO HOO!) and i figured out that my other friend is actually coming in a day earlier.  which is good.  but we had tickets to a black tie thing and we only had TWO.  panic ensued.

after that situation resolved (for the BEST!  bring on the BLACK TIE!  bring on the VINTAGE GEAR!), i went to show cricket’s old teacher our rental house and sweep.  30 minutes.  tops.  people literally streamed through the doors until i finally just ran away at 5 with the children in tow.

throughout this all, i was thinking “i haven’t done anything small.  nothing small has been done!”   i couldn’t be nicer to my children or something.  i was being nice to other people.  (actually, the children were being delightful and i was reasonably nice to them.  i even got them yogurt!)  i seriously could not think of a thing.

at the end of the day, after consulting a friend of a friend, after sorting through all the rental emails, after discussing lease terms, i FINALLY found a small thing to do.   let myself off the hook.   so i did.  i decided that it was good enough.

you know what? it was GREAT.  i went to sleep super peaceful.  it may have been a tiny TINY pebble…the size of a piece of sand.  but even moving sand is a good thing!  i’ll take it on a day like that.

for day six, i am going a different way.  check it out tomorrow!

i adore you!

share your thoughts...