Yes, today is the 9 month mark of my dream to have a "baby". Here she is, in all of her Fall glory...
I was over yesterday afternoon to do more touch ups and whatever. Suddenly, the phone rings and I am reminded that I need to clean off the floors of all the rooms to get the carpets cleaned. Darn.
I rescheduled the cleaning.
Then I went downstairs to let the downstairs guy know that there is kitchen instllation coming, lots of painting, and then cleaning.....
He is a really nice grandpa who has been working 12 hour graveyard shifts at the feed plant in Picture Butte. He's like the grandpa I have never had, offering beer and yakking for hours.
I started complaining about how tired I was and how much work needed to be done and how our rentors fell through....he looked at me and said 'No kidding you're tired, you're pretty much killing me with all this activity! Gawd, every time I turn around you are here working.."
I stopped short and thought about what he said. This project is not all about me, it's about him too, and his life and his comfort zone. Sometimes I can focus on my discomfort so much that I forget that others are affected by my choices, very strongly, in fact.
God forgive me for complaining and treating others like their pain is less important than mine...
I will have to bring Al a beer this weekend, when I clean his suite for him on Saturday. I already sent over a tray of goodies from Lauren's bake sale pile.....
Anything to keep him going....
Sugary treats are keeping me going today, what's keeping you going?
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