One of the good things about having a monumentally bad day is that you get to receive love from your loved ones’ love reservoir. It’s not your every day, hey-how’s-it-going love, it’s the love that says, “Even though other people think you’re worthless, I still think you’re as great as sliced bread, disposable diapers, and cell phones. Maybe even better.”
Friday at work was bad. Friday night, after Ryan and Christian left for the Jazz game with our neighbors (and after Ryan had promised to mangle any coworkers who might cross his path), I found myself in the quiet house with Max who was jovial and loving and a good dose of bad-day medicine. Then, my parents showed up on my doorstep with a chocolate Butterfinger shake, and a 14 hour miniseries to watch together. We ate our shakes. We ranted together. We watched one of the best shows I’ve ever seen (BBC’s Bleak House). Well, at least two hours of it. It was a great escape from all the hard work I was putting into creating an ulcer in my stomach.
I like love reservoirs. I like that they contain chocolate shakes, great movies, big hugs, and validation for your 3 hour rants. They are the silver lining of bad days and last a whole lot longer.
