Yesterday was one of those days where the slightest thing could’ve pushed me over the edge. One of those days that had me crying at my desk off and on, and wishing for White Russians at the end of the day. It started off at about 20 till 3 in the morning…When I awoke with a start to a sound that now sends chills down my spine and causes a massive knot in my stomach. Yes, it was one of Them (no, I won’t name them, but if you’ve read this blog long enough, you know that I’ve developed a fear of certain things that fly and are nocturnal. I trust you’re all smart enough to figure it out, but if you need a hint, their name rhymes with “rat.”). I was afraid one was in our bedroom, but Jay assured me it was just in the attic space–The access panel being right outside our bedroom door. Still, I was fearful enough that I couldn’t fall back asleep right away, and the slightest sound would startle me.
And it didn’t help matters that Jay’s had to work early all this week…Just like the last time…when I had one fly about a foot away from my face. UGH! I still shudder whenever I think of that one, and I don’t even like to talk about it. I know it makes me a big chicken, and I don’t care.
But I was skittish enough and paranoid enough that morning that I cried after Jay left for work. I calmed down once I got the bambino up and we had a decent amount of time before we had to head out the door. I packed a lunch and even managed to get started on breakfast. I zapped some water in the microwave for some oatmeal–And when I opened the microwave door, the water exploded. I jumped back far enough that I have the equivalent of a sunburn on my right hand, and I had a mess to clean up, but otherwise, I wasn’t hurt.
Still, it made for a truly crappy start to the day. And work was a little nutty…There were a lot of people gone, and it being the end of the year, there’s lots to get done before 5 o’clock on Monday. And after Jay and the bambino picked me up, we decided to tackle the grocery store. On a Friday night. Which, for once, wasn’t too bad, to tell the truth. That was one good thing about the day. The other good thing came in an email from the King Arthur Flour Company. It was a recipe for chicken noodle soup that sounded like the perfect end to an otherwise crap day. But I got lazy, and after Jay told me he ended up with some subs, we had those for dinner instead.
So I decided to make the soup today, instead.
It was perfect, like a warm hug (yes, that’s cheesy, I know, but I needed some serious comfort after the past 24 hours!). And even though it warmed up a bit, it was still good on a chilly winter afternoon.
I don’t know what it is about chicken noodle soup, but it really is a great big hug in a bowl, and it was just what I needed to slough off all the bad feelings from yesterday!
And there are plenty of leftovers for me to have lunch next week, too. I’m trying to decide if today I want to get started with the laundry or just veg for the rest of the day. I think vegging will win…I started on a new book yesterday, so I might just settle down with that!