Tuesday, November 01, 2016

11-1: On This Day

Hello, November. Don't you look gorgeous?


I love the sun filtering through the trees, that tree on the left that's already dropped it's leaves, an outlier in my yard filled with still bushy blackjack and post oak trees. I think it's an ash tree but I don't know for sure. Sometimes even with my Pocket Naturalist Guide to Oklahoma Trees & Wildflowers, it's hard to tell. I never quite see the sunrise or the sunset from my house, but it's only because the trees are in the way and I'm so okay with that.

I am so happy to have October in the rear view this year, it's been a hell of a ride capped off with an epic sinus infection that laid me low for three days and I for one am done with it. It was a month that had not so stellar moments in parenting, like this one yesterday:

Kid: Mom, I don't feel so good.
Me: (applies wrist to kid forehead, finding no fever) Shut up. You're good. Go to school.

I mean, she's 12 and she really wasn't sick. When I went to the doctor that day to get my sinus infection diagnosed and treated, the nurse even said to me that when the Mom is sick there's still not a break. Ain't that the damn truth—that nurse almost brought me to tears because she saw me and I didn't even have to say it first. And my dear husband, if you're reading this, I'm sorry but it's just true. While I stumble to the bedroom because I'm too tired to stay awake any longer, I'm changing the laundry load, wiping down the bathroom sink, putting meat from the freezer to the fridge to thaw for dinner tomorrow. That's just how my mom brain works.

Anyway, today I'm galvanized with my allergy spray that smells like flowers, with a steroid pack that ended my runny nose in 30 seconds and a bottle of pretty blue pills (antibiotics). My lack of sleep last night was of the de rigueur variety of non-stop to-do list thoughts with a side of steroid side effect and not due to the sneezing and nose running, so that's a step in the right direction, am I right?

And while I happily bid adieu to October, it wasn't a wall-to-wall suckfest. I mean, there were good days, too. Time with friends and family, laughing and love and all that. That's what buoyed me through the rest of it. And during one weekend spent with my critique group at the lake, one of my wonderful writery friends talked about a 10-minute photo safari looking for beauty in ordinary things. It was a powerful lesson and I think I'm due to take a little safari of my own. In fact, I think I'm going to do a month of everyday beauty on Instagram starting right when I hit publish on this post. Will you join me in finding silver linings?

So, goodbye October; November, I am in you! I'm medicated, I've got smothered pork chops in the crock pot and a to do list as tall as a toddler.

Let's get this party started.

* I blame the French phrases in this post on the Marquis de Lafayette, as immortalized by Lin Manuel-Miranda. That Hamilton cast album is infectious, yo.

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