Monday, January 23

The Small Stuff...

I've always lived by the "Don't sweat the small stuff..." mentality.

The last week or so's small stuff:
  • Okay, this isn't a small thing, my mom had an ER visit last weekend because she thought she was having a heart attack. Everything's fine, but she needed her medication adjusted.
  • While I was on the phone talking to my sister about her taking my mom to the ER, my husband takes a fall outside while cleaning up after an ice storm. Bruised ribs. And, at this point, a week and a half later I'm sure he's milking it, but I'm still being sympathetic just in case. He's a bit of a hypochondriac.
  • We had a leak in our kitchen sink's drain pipe, apparently it's been going on for a while.
  • I forgot to put my husband's lawn mower away after I let my BIL into the basement to fix the leak. It sat out through last week's ice storm. My husband wasn't a happy camper.
  • Our neighbor lost one of their trees to the ice storm landed in their pool, which may not be a bad thing since they haven't opened it in a couple of years and last summer bull frogs took up residence.
  • My son's Tae Kwon Do instructor skipped town. I'm relieved we only paid through the end of December and had planned to pay for Jan-March when we went back after vacation. Some people had paid for a year in advance. The entire place is cleaned out. Now we have to find a new instructor.
  • I can't get into the library systems program to order books on-line.
  • Last night my son's Thomas the Tank Engine alarm clock went off with a huge "BRNNGGG" at 3:00 this morning. I can't imagine who turned that on.
  • The Weather Channel said we would have 1 inch of snow when we got up this morning and would get another inch before the storm turned to rain. Well, we had 6 inches of snow when we got up and another 2 fell before it changed to rain. Of course, I had to do most of the shoveling since my husbands ribs hurt-ack, right. I shouldn't complain I used the snow blower for the end of the driveway.
  • My son had a complete temper tantrum when I told him "No, you can't use the snow blower."

In the grand scheme of live none of this is all that important. Now, that I've bored you with my small trials and tribulations, I promise to get back to blogging about books tomorrow.

Have a good one.



erika said...

I'd gladly take some snow from you! Down in the southern part of Tenn. it's a blessing-to me- when the temp drops below freezing and the weatherpeople start mentioning snow. LOL!

Sam said...

I love the little things in life. I don't know why - there is something comforting in the temper tantrum of a child, and knowing that other people's children have them too is even more comforting, lol. I'm glad your mom is all right - that must have been scary. And that you didn't get gyped by the Tae kwando instructor (how bizarre!)
Hope hubby's ribs feel better soon!
Oh - and my daughter's 'My Little Pony' alarm went off at 5 a.m. the other day and the poor kid thougth it was time to get up. So she got up, got dressed, and staggered downstairs expecting to see me...and looked at the downstairs clock... and went back to bed (still dressed; lol)

Rosario said...

In the grand scheme of live none of this is all that important

Sure, but when those little things pile up... arghhhhh!!!!!!

sybil said...

I agree with Rosario. There should be a rule about how many 'small things' can happen in a week. Once you hit x amount, it is someone else's turn.

When it rains it pours, or in your case - snows ;).

Glad your mom is ok!

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Tara Marie said...

Erika, it's been a really mild winter so far even up here in the NE. But, I'd be willing to share some of the snow.

Sam, I hate temper tantrums, but it proves they're little humans. It is bizarre about he TKD instructor, we've all come up with interesting scenarios as to what happened.

Rosario, that was supposed to read "In the grand scheme of life..." that's what I get for not proof reading.

Sybil, I guess you and Rosario are right sometimes it is the little things, but I like to think things could be worse, not that I want them to be worse, but hey, life's not perfect.