perspectivity

So my house is overrun with Michalski men right now...and how am I feeling?  (well lets just say I'm feeling lots of things but not gonna lay it all out on the table right now -- but you can make the safe assumption that they aren't positive emotions).  I really like being around family and encourage David to spend time and be supportive of his family, but I REALLY value my quiet time, personal space, and the ease of my lifestyle.  Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Anyways, while they went to watch Thor, I went grocery shopping (lately it feels like retail therapy since I've been nuts about cooking for myself) and got some perspective on the big wide world.  The world is not propelled through space by Michalskis, it's safe to assume that nobody at the store has the last name "Michalski,"  there are far more serious problems in this world than those in the Michalski clan.

Things at the store that reminded me I'm still on planet Earth and not on planet M:  the guy behind me in line didn't use any bags for his produce and brought his own box to take the groceries home, what an eco-conscious human being...I was embarrassed of my 15+ plastic bags.  There was a lady with one leg hobbling around the parking lot asking for money.  I said I didn't have cash and she didn't even bother finishing her sob story, she just headed to the next person in the lot.  As I got into my car I saw people walking the long way to their cars just to avoid her and even though it may be safe to assume she lost her leg to something drug related, the sun had just set and I felt terrible that here she is, probably feeling as shitty, depressed and low as anyone could ever feel, and she is not going home to eat dinner or sleep in a bed and does not have a houseful of family members waiting for her.  Nobody deserves to feel like that.

Anyways, so I came home humbled by my store excursion (by the way it felt great to drive in a car ALL ALONE for the first time in days) and made some EatingWell.com Chicken Noodle Soup.  I cooked and rocked out til the boys came back home, and I feel a little better than I did before they left.  I'm just gonna quietly keep to myself for the rest of the night and let them talk / dramatize amongst themselves.

(for some reason blogger won't upload the pics of my soup -- i think the Michalskis are hogging the bandwidth with their cpus -- so instead I'm uploading pics of my beautiful dogs who make me happy and keep me sane)

Tomorrow I'm having lunch with a friend who is leaving to the Army on Tuesday and bc I'm a HUGE wuss, I know I'm gonna tear up.  So much stuff all going on at once!  I'm soooo mentally exhausted and feel like tomorrow's goodbye will just be the icing on the emotional cake.  sigh.  Please Jesus, let me wake up tomorrow morning to discover it is May 28 / time to fly to Jamaica, and that I can leave and avoid this last week in Michalski limbo.  :)