The new summer schedule, the one where we get up early and get H off to work and then fit in everything else, finally at the end collapse into bed and fall asleep isn’t quite working for me. I am tired all the time which leads to cranky. I suppose treating the weekends like it’s regular summer, staying up late, eating a lot of junk food and doing no chores, isn’t helping at all. I am not doing a very good job of blogging or even taking a few photos for the blog. I won’t mention the disaster that is the house and the neglect it has suffered. I’ve always been a person with expectations. I like to plan and make a vision in my head of what to expect. It makes things so much easier. Unfortunately it also leads to disappointment. I was all about the disappointment when I was younger. My seemingly reasonable expectations were met with utter let down and The Husband would tell me that I expect too much of people. Well I’ve worked really hard the last few years to expect less (I do think it’s sad that that is the way it has to be but my feeling are hurt less often and I am more often surprised when the expectation is very, very low.) Now I’m all about letting go. I just roll with it, whatever it is. I don’t get worked up about anything the way I used to. Yes, I do still curse somewhat loudly when I’m cut off in traffic but if I get stuck behind a semi on the highway of life that just isn’t moving I just turn up the radio and sing along with the songs until things get back on track.
The other night the doorbell rang. No one was expected so I checked out the window to see who it was just as the UPS guy was getting into his truck. I opened the door to find a box addressed to H. Upon opening the box she found the above box of chocolates with a note that said Welcome to (new company name). Her new job sent her candy! Now that was totally unexpected.