Oh, Deer! It's Ten Things of Thankful!

I completely missed the Ten Things of Thankful last weekend, and I'm not sure how I did it, but what's done is done.

This week, I had plans to write a Six Sentence Story and to get my TToT written on Friday night, but none of that happened. Instead, I was exhausted by a week of professional development and preparation of my classroom for the start of the new school year (we go year 'round, but we operate on a traditional school calendar, since we are affiliated with a university). My daughter came home for a couple of days, and what little time I had once I got home from work was spent with her.

My husband and I went to the lake house for the weekend, and it was relaxing and laid back, and the weather got delightfully and unseasonably cool Saturday night, so we sat around the fire pit and toasted marshmallows (many, many marshmallows), but it was over as fast as it started.

We were on our two-hour trip back home (I was driving) and listening to a podcast when from out of nowhere, a deer ran out of a field and into the driver's side of the car (in broad daylight, I might add). It happened so fast, I didn't even have time to react other than to burst into tears because I hurt a deer. My husband soothed me, telling me even if the deer had run in front of the car instead of into the side of it, I wouldn't have been able to stop, and since I saw the deer get up from the pavement and run on across the road and into another field, he didn't think it was badly injured.The important thing, he said, was that WE weren't injured, and the car didn't seem to be too worse for the wear (slight dent and the bumper was knocked loose but not enough that it's in danger of falling off). 

We got home to an upstairs air conditioner that isn't working and ants in the kitchen. The ants got into the cats' dry food (make that the cats' VERY EXPENSIVE, PRESCRIPTION dry food), and once again, I wanted to burst into tears. Tomorrow is open house and my classroom is still a wreck. I don't have my letter to my parents ready yet, nor have I completed my potty training protocol, our class schedule, or the getting to know you questionnaire. Perhaps to show his displeasure at having to stay home with the other two cats all weekend instead of going with us to the lake, Lewis bit a hole about midway down a (full) gallon jug of distilled water that my husband uses in his CPAP machine.

I want to feel sorry for myself and eat something bad for me.

Then I remember my friend Sarah, who was in a horrific car accident a month ago and lost her left arm. She lost. her. left. arm. 

Kind of puts things in perspective, doesn't it?

Count your thankfuls. 

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