It’s funny what springs you out of a bad mood. First I have to admit that Tim’s dad is doing a bit better and all the other little things that had been adding up seem to have worked themselves out. But still yesterday I felt a little grumpy…
Anyway – this morning Tim called and said, “I have something bad to tell you.” I’m not kidding that’s what he said. My stomach turned to knots. My heart stopped. I must have had a look of terror because without my even saying anything the whole breakfast table stared in silence.
“What’s wrong” I whispered, afraid to hear the answer. My mind was racing…. he lost his job… he smashed the car… something happened to his dad… something happened to my parents or my sister who are in D.C. this week… Oh, God did he see Brian at work – is Cori and the baby alright… Could it be Grandma? You get the picture…
“Anna left her sneakers in the car last night so she will have to wear her good shoes to school today.”
“What?” I laughed, “That’s what you had to tell me? Are you kidding? Do you realize how much you scared me? Good grief that is NOT something BAD to tell me — that’s like an ‘oh by the way’ sourt of thing…” At this point Tim caught on to how I was feeling. The kids looked more relaxed. And I had the most amazing sense of relief. Honestly, it’s like I won the lottery — I was braced for the worst and then nothing happened.
As crazy as it sounds, I think I’ll be walking around giggling today with the weight of the world so completely taken away. With nothing more to worry about I’m going for a walk…
8busyfeet 
Hey you know me, I once sat up on a roof (hiding out) while you babysat me and my really good friend and ate all the banana popsicles you bought. Anyways, I have NEVER commented on a blog before, in fact I’ve never really read one until recently (that’s how I found your blog). Just thought I’d let you know that I’m reading your diary and I kind of like it:)