Is anyone else having a stressed-out week?
I’m barely treading water these days. It isn’t bad enough that we’re in the middle of this landscape monstrosity but we are throwing a Memorial Day party so we have a deadline. On top of that, we have to buy gifts and attend three birthday parties this week, one of which is Hadley’s. Evidently, August is The Month to Conceive. Nothing like summer lovin’.
On another note, I recently gutted Hadley’s closet of all her outgrown clothes with the intent to donate them to a local children-in-crisis organization. I was thrilled when my friend generously offered to pitch in items that had not sold at her garage sale. In all, we must have had more than 100 pieces of clothing.
Well, the organization never came to pick them up so this gargantuan box sat on our porch. And sat. And sat. I didn’t know what to do because I wanted to ensure the clothes went to someone in need. Plus, that box was really big.
Fast-forward to last weekend. Jamie and I hired a hard-working friend who is out of work to help with the yard. To make his situation even more stressful, he is the father of four boys and his sweet wife is pregnant. While we worked, I asked him if they knew what they were having. Ecstatic, he replied they had just found out they were finally having a little girl.
A light bulb went off as I thought about that box that had been sitting. And sitting. I offered it to him and he gratefully took it. I was on Cloud 9 the rest of the day.
Later, I told Jamie about how perfectly it had worked out.
“You know, I think I was really inspired to hold off on moving that box.”
“Either that or lazy,” he joked.
“I like my explanation better.”
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 