Tissues

I guess you could say it's time to get back into the swing of normal life now that the only two happy times of the entire winter season (Christmas and New Years) are over. Okay, I guess Valentine's Day can be a highlight, but it does bother me when stores mix red and pink decorations together -- traditional forms of red (cherry and burgundy) and pink (bubblegum or pastel) always always clash.

Along with this new swing comes the nitty-gritty things that are just a hassle to deal with. Banking problems (I'm ready to kick my bank into the grave with the pain they've been for the past week), work schedules, Christmas tree deconstruction, enrollment for Spanish, new parking permits for school, and oh yes, remembering to [have Levi] put the trash out on Tuesday nights.

But what of tissues? My poor husband came down with a sinus infection of sorts over the past couple days, complete with violent fits of sneezing and midnight nose bleeds that destroy sheets and pillowcases. I don't have the heart to be upset with him about it though. Not even about the tissues I find in the strangest corners of the house throughout the day. (Yesterday one was down in a well-burnt, hollowed-out candle in the living room.) My experiences with the destruction that is a nose bleed denounce any anger.

But amid all of these daily hassles, I am trying to remember to be thankful for all of the blessings I have. That can be a hard thing to remember when I'm surrounded by little things that try to remove my focus from the bigger picture. Neither of us are in the hospital, have broken limbs, or are unable to go to work for long periods of time. Yes, we're still waiting on everything to process before we can pick up our new car, but at least we have a car to pick up. All-in-all, life is pretty good, and I'm married to the man of my dreams. The man who works hard to take care of me and even remembers to throw away his tissues now and then. I guess I should get dinner in the oven for him.