When it rains it pours. Shit happens. Things can only get better.
These phrases have dominated my thoughts the last couple days. To counter these I keep calling to mind images of the friends I got to see when I went back to Reno and Sacramento in March. Caught in a set of crappy circumstances, it’s all I’ve got right now. Thank goddess those circumstances are temporary. But when you and your kid are sick, cranky and have hit each other’s last respective nerve repeatedly, sometimes the simple stuff gets put in perspective.
Like when your kid throws broccoli across the room and spits yogurt in your face at dinner and all you want to do is vent to someone. But then you realize that you don’t really have any friends in town to vent to. I know I could call a friend who is farther away, but I’ve never been good at confiding in people when I’m stuck in the mud. Once I’ve made it to the other side of the muck and have stopped screaming in panic, then I can talk and ask for a towel to clean off.
This is the part of moving I didn’t anticipate would hit me so hard. I’ve always made acquaintences fairly easily. Good friends are harder to come by, but they inevitably come. I was excited about meeting new people when we moved here. So with Mr. A out of town for work, and Crazy Towhead and I in the middle of feeling sick and miserable, why does it surprise me that all I want is my old friends around me to make me laugh.
Everyone, no matter how independent, needs other people, needs to be surrounded with the warmth of friends and their affection. So talk to a friend today and let them know, somehow, how much you appreciate having them in your life.
