just one of those days

 

Today was just one of those days.

 

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Some people just have bad attitudes toward life.

Some people just want to create conflict with anyone and/or everyone because they are having conflict of their own within themselves and their lives.

 

 Sometimes you work with people like that.

And sometimes you end up dreading the time spent with them during those work hours.

 

Like I said, today was one of those days.

 

 

 

Now, rewind back to this morning:

{before the stress}

 

Peyton and I woke up on time, did our usual Thursday morning routine,

brushed our teeth, grabbed a pecan twirl for the drive, and were on our way to Gigi's house.

We pulled up the driveway, parked, spotted "Figaro/Sylvester/Rooster" {my parent's neighbor's cat who is constantly at their house}, and we got out of the car.

 

The first thing Peyton did was grab these two rocks from my parent's gravel driveway. She said "Oooh, Momma, these are pretty! You need to take them to work with you!"

 

So, I put them in my pocket, gave her plenty of hugs and kisses, dropped her off with Gigi, and was on my way to work.

 

 

Fast forward back to the horrendous end of my work day:

 

Normally, I'm not even there late Thursday nights.

But tonight I was covering for a co-worker until 5pm so she could watch her daughter run at her track meet and come back.

 

I'm not gonna lie, as soon as she came back and I saw her, I ran to hug her.

I was so happy to see her.

I've never been so ready to go home.

 

 

I went to the back office to clean out my pockets for the day

and this is what I found:

 

I cried.

Those two little rocks had been in my pocket all day.

{I had totally forgotten about them.}

 

In that moment, it was just what I needed.

I needed that little reminder. That "Hey Momma, I love you."

It's like she knew that I was gonna need that today.

 

Bless my little baby. She reminded me what's important in life.

Family. Love. Happiness.

 

 

Moral of the story: Don't let those unhappy people get you down.

{It's just unfortunate when you have to work with them.}

 

 

 

 

 

*PS- I know there are much worse things in life to be upset about. But today, I just needed to vent.*

 



what I learned from my sister

My gorgeous/fabulous/amazing/gelato-stealing sister came home from college on Friday for spring break and I think my whole family is just so friggen thrilled to have her home. She's our glue. The one that keeps us all together. True story.

 

But back to the more important "gelato-stealing" part...

 

{Insert picture of the delicious gelato I bought at the store the weekend before last and have been slowly nibbling on all week long:}

Seriously, I'd only eaten MAYBE 1/5 of that deliciousness before Friday...

 



Let me set the scene: Friday night. It's Jen's first night home. Nick, Babygirl, and I decided to all hang out at my parent's house with my Dadda and sister for the evening. Nick drove separate because I had gone straight from work to my parent's so I could see my long-lost {not really} sister. Oh, how I missed her so.

 

Well, since Nick drove separate, I told him to bring along The Hunger Games {one of my favs!}, my iPad, and my delish gelato. I just wanted to eat some gelato for myself... and possibly share some with Jenna.

 

We, in fact, had a great night. Jenna was mostly enthralled with a Finding Nemo: Build A Reef game on the iPad that she claims she was "just helping Peyton play" {y'all she was OBSESSED; that "reef" is just booming now and I don't think Peyton or I know how to take care of it, haha}. While they were focused on that Dad, Nick, and I watched the movie. Meanwhile, I totally forgot about the gelato.

 

The movie and the night ends and I continue to forget about the gelato and I make my way home. In the car I think to myself, "Oh shoot! I forgot about that yumminess in the freezer. Well, I doubt anyone is gonna touch it... I'll just get it tomorrow."

 

 

Ha.

That friggen sister of mine ATE.THE.WHOLE.THING!

She ate every last bit within less than 12 hours of her being home.

 

This was our conversation the next day:
{She had just explained to me that her feeble excuse was "You left it here, un-pro-tected!!"}
Twilight reference. New Moon. Go watch it NOW! Though, the books are better. Fo sho.




*Lesson learned: Your sister will always,
ALWAYS eat your gelato.*


She's lucky I love her.
The end.