Preferably with Chardonnay...

Wow. What a week!

I started writing this blog post, and I was pretty much griping about how much is going on. It took me about three paragraphs before I had to give it up. Yep. Just call me a quitter. I simply cannot be negative for very long. Call me Pollyanna, but I ain’t got no time for that.

I am that person who, despite my sarcastic wit, takes offense to those post about how there is no way a person’s life can be as good as the stuff they post on Facebook. I take offense because, really, my life is pretty awesome. Am I perfect? Of course. Or not really. But I my life is pretty great. And I just can’t complain for very long. So let me tell you a little about my week now that my attitude is adjusted.

So here is the scoop: My family owns a business. I work at said business, though I sometimes question my sanity in doing so.  Over the course of the last 4 business days, we have decided that it would be a great idea (and, in truth, it probably IS a great idea) to open a new location. In three days.Three days. I keep telling myself that if Jesus offered all of humanity salvation in three days, surely we can open a store. I'm stressed.

           

Yep. And the truth is I am not sure why I am stressed. I mean most of the set up is not my problem. Of course, I will be there scrubbing and painting, loading and unloading just like everyone else. But I am the low man on the totem pole. No bucks stop here. And I have the paycheck to prove it. Can I also just say that I am glad the new store is next to the bottle shop?

In other news, it is July. More specifically, it is the end of July so we are in full-on back-to-school mode. Maybe the bottle shop carries glue sticks? I am generally the mom who has a list, prioritized and color-coded. Yeah whatever. I think my socks might match. Or not.

And did anyone notice any rain this summer? Perhaps the fact that I may need to purchase a canoe to get the mail has made me realize how much rain we have had. Perhaps it is the 2951 tomatoes I harvest daily. The only person in my family who eats raw tomatoes is my six year old. By the end of this week, I will have put up at least ten quarts of tomatoes. THIS WEEK. And I have peas coming out of my ears. I have to give a shout out to the family for helping me out with all of this. And I hope my kids love peas and tomatoes as we will be eating them twice weekly until at least next summer. When we get to start all over! I am not really complaining, though. The garden has been a lot of fun. I am still looking forward to expounding on this topic in a future post.

                                     

This is the tomato harvest from today from ONE plant. I have SEVEN.

My last thing to complain about is my busted lip. Kid #2 decided that I needed fuller lips, and injections are just too pricey. So he used his head and fixed it himself. Literally. He used his head to enlarge my lips by head butting me as I kissed him goodnight. Now I pout even when I smile. Not true. I can’t smile. At least, not without bleeding.

So it appears that my biggest complaints are that my family business is growing, I have a job, my kids still have some time left for summer vacation, my literal harvest is truly plentiful, and I kissed my kids goodnight this evening. So you can see why I am a Pollyanna. Even at its craziest, there is still a lot to love about life. I hope I will always see my glass as half full. And with the bottle shop next door to work, it should be even easier to keep it that way. Preferably with chardonnay.