It's the Little Things

One of my blog friends used this as a title to a post recently and I am shamelessly stealing it.  If there is anything I have had reinforced in the last week, it is indeed that the little things make all the difference in the world, particularly when I am at my limit emotionally as I am now.

For instance.  I ordered ink yesterday for my printer.  I had a discount code that expires today.  I was glad I remembered to do it so that I got the discount.  Every little bit helps.  Today, I got a message saying that my order was canceled.  There was a problem with my credit card.  Normal Lori, would have been irked by having to redo it, but would have and then moved on.  Crazed Lori, is ready to throw her laptop across the room using words her mother would not let her use.

So far, Crazed Lori has not done so and the ink has been reordered and they honored the discount code.

Normal Lori (if there is such a thing) is struggling to regain control by thinking about good things, like her three year old niece that has learned the word 'delicious' and applies it to everything she eats.  She has always liked blueberries as do I, so I always have some on hand to offer her.  I love hearing her say "Dees boobewwies are da-WISH-us!"  The more she likes something the greater the emphasis on the middle syllable.  That thought is making even Crazed Lori smile. (Auntie Lori is the best Lori!)

I woke up about 6:00 am with a nose bleed.  (One of my tasks for the day is to find the humidifier for tonight.)  Somehow blood had skipped over the pillowcase onto the pillow itself and then once again bypassing the sheet and onto the mattress pad.  Some how the sheet had come untucked and had worked its way underneath me.  Go figure.   So, today I had to strip the bed and figure out how to get blood out of a pillow.

Crazed Lori is mad because it was not what she had planned for the day.  She is a busy woman with deadlines and commitments.  Normal Lori is trying hard to think about being glad for a washing machine and the ability to work from home so that her paying job and laundry can happen at the same time.

Add to this that 65MD and I decided to flip our eating day around.  Now we are having our main meal in the middle of the day, apart from each other.  This has all the Lori's a bit discombobulated.  Crazed Lori thinks we are now just one step away from assisted living.  Normal Lori is trying to figure out how to make this new lifestyle work with her schedule and Auntie Lori is daydreaming about the next time she and her niece can have some 'daWISHus boobewwies!'