Not a happy man

He pulled up in his shiny black sports car. Strode into the building and took a seat in the small, crowded room. He was wearing five hundred dollar shoes. Little voices chattered as his eyes met ours. He was not smiling. A scowl on his face, his voice abrasive, he said the obligatory hello. Then John hid behind his cup of coffee.

We were soon ushered to another room where we exchanged a few words and signed a few documents. John's countenance did not change. His words were clipped, his eyes dull, his face sullen and dark. This was just one on a list of deals for him today. We were well aware that he works long and hard at being difficult--we've seen it first hand. After the business was done, he swaggered away without a word.

"What an unpleasant person!" said D as we sat in the car afterward. "Do you think he tries to make things difficult for all the people in our situation?" I responded, "He is not a happy man. Unhappy people don't try to be kind or considerate." That man had everything, yet he had nothing. I looked down at my thrift store shoes and garage sale coat. I listened to the little chattering voices coming from the back seat, sitting in car seats donated to us by generous friends and strangers. I felt rich. I felt blessed. I felt happy. I looked at D and said, "Thank you for being a happy man!" We smiled. We know that happiness isn't something that can be purchased or sold.

We are grateful that our days of interacting with that unhappy man are over!

You know you're not getting enough sleep when...

I awoke around 3 a.m. because my cute little baby was crying. I went to her pack-n-play and picked her up. Carried her to bed with me to feed her because, my friends, there is no way I'm sitting up to breastfeed at that hour. I snuggled up next to her and she started feeding. I woke up again--she was still crying. D said, "Do you want me to go get her?" I thought, "What's he talking about? She's right here..." Then I realized that I had only dreamed about bringing her to bed. And such a vivid dream, too!

D&T Challenge: How did we do?

I am grateful for our December Challenge. It made me think more and do more. "A little more of this, a little less of this."

Our team lost 12 pounds--that's 10 for D and 2 for T! I was SO PLEASED to finally say goodbye to those last two very stubborn pregnancy pounds. Whoopee!