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Big & Small, Up & Down

I have been trying so hard this week not to let all things, big and small, get to me.

But it has been a real struggle.

I am trying to wait with patience to hear about this job I really want, and I don't think I would be so impatient if not for the timing. School starts in a few weeks, and I want both Little Boy and myself settled into a new routine if there's gonna be a new routine.

But all I can do is wait.

In entertainment news, I am interested in seeing Easy A starring the red-headed girl from Superbad. Something tells me that this whole wearing of the Scarlett A is just calling to me.....

And speaking of this, I will be proud of myself when I don't like stuff from the past hurt me anymore. Like the fact that Little Boy's grandpa can't bear to be in the same room with me when I make the occasional pick-up of Little Boy from his Nana's. Everyone has moved on......Little Boy's dad is getting remarried for Christ's sake. I guess I will forever be The Bad Guy.

Which is why I'm glad that Little Boy's favorite song this week seems to be "Better Than" by the John Butler Trio. He knows just what I need to hear sometimes!

I also had a bit of an epiphany as I watched the construction guys loading up their vans for a week of work on Monday........small, great men helping to build a great, big world. I realized that as much as I hate my job sometimes, there are still parts of it that I really love. Maybe those parts I love will make me able to stay if I don't get the other job. Or maybe if I do leave I will be able to take those parts with me and hold good memories of the job I once had. Hmmm.

E-Roc and I had to fight the good fight against ants this week. No fun. But I do think E-Roc are winning for now. Did you know bleach water can keep ants at bay? Good interneting, E-Roc!

I think probably the happiest moment I had this week was watching E-Roc trying to teach Little Boy how to catch a football. Throwing and catching are no small feat for Little Boy, so the fact that he even tries impresses me. He is getting better and better at it, which warmed my heart, but what warmed my heart more was when he caught it once and without skipping a beat E-Roc said, "that's my boy."

Small rewards. Catch as, as catch can.
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