I tried to think of a picture that would capture the joie de vivre of today. (Ang is doing the 365 thing and I thought I might occasionally play along.) I didn't think you'd really be interested in my countless wastebaskets full of billions of kleenex though. Nor did I think the number of empty cough medicine bottles and cold pill packets would delight the soul. However, both of these describe my "joy of living" for the moment. (and I am a happy sickie. really, I am. Happily spreading my germs amongst my beloved family members...I hear sneezing in the other room. I think we need more kleenex.)
Instead, I got a phone call. One that every mother of a driving aged child hopes not to get. And while all car occupants are okay (thank you, Jesus!), my eldest child is unhappy and her car is...mooshed. I'm sure she will be rather graphic in her unhappiness on her blog but suffice to say, she and Brandon had just finished enjoying a delightful lunch when a big bad vehicle picked a fight with her sporty little escort zx2. And Jessi learned life lesson #782...how to deal with the insurance company when one is involved in an auto accident.
So, now that my heart rate has returned to normal, my box of kleenex and I (Josh got me some Puffs with lotion! My nose will be eternally grateful.) are going to take a nap. Another nap. Because we have the stamina of a three week old infant at the moment. I'm blaming it on the massive quantities of cold meds buzzing happily through my veins.
So...what kind of excitement has 2009 brought to your doorstep so far?