Tuesday morning, and I actually feel even better than I did last night.
Princess did have school, so I guess we’ll have to do games and library another day. It is very possible tomorrow may be the day — we’re supposed to get 6-8 inches tonight.
Hubby plowed for 8.5 hours. That’s $510.00. Can I hear an amen? He is going to plow again this evening, possibly TWO 8-hour shifts…that will be another $960…can I hear a double amen? It’s about time. We need the money.
At this point, the shift he did last night and one shift this evening is going to be a righteous help. If he gets a third shift then I will be grateful but I’m not setting myself up with expectations.
Really, I find I am happier if I can just release all expectation, trying to predict events that haven’t even happened yet. I am so much more calm if I just make my plans based on what I *know* is going to happen. I *know* my husband will be paid for 40 hours a week. I make my plans on that. Anything above and beyond that I deal with as it comes.
I *know* that every day I am the primary caregiver of Lola. Anytime that someone is available to relieve me of the baby for a wee break, then I can be grateful for that little break at the time. I’m not going to expect anyone to relieve me without making it known that I need it. Hubby and I have discussed me setting up an arrangement with the daycare provider we have been considering. She does do “drop offs” without a regular schedule. A full day is $40. And some days I think that would be money well spent. As long as there is money in the budget for those things. I mean, it would make getting my hair done or going shopping much easier.
Well, I had plans (aka expectations) to write and write right now, but it doesn’t seem to be working out that way. See what i mean about expectations? Off to comfort a baby who isn’t getting enough attention.