Yesterday on the spur of the moment my oldest daughter and I went out for a brunch/lunch at a nice restaurant. That was the first time it was just her and me in a long time.
She came back to my place and took a look at the countertop. I don’t know if she will be able to fill in the hairline cracks around the sink. The epoxy is too slick to get anything to adhere to.
But I’ve made my peace with the imperfections, as I mentioned the other day. No use dwelling on it. I’m just going to appreciate what she and I were able to do to change my little kitchen.
When my refrigerator comes Thursday hopefully I will have the peel and stick tiles up on the backsplash.
I’m still not using the countertops. But yesterday we did get the new drawer and door pulls put on.
My daughter deals with much bigger stuff than countertop problems every day. She has two rent houses and then she both flips houses and sells real estate. There’s always something that doesn’t show up until the last minute and then she has to deal with.
That would make me a nervous wreck. I guess that’s why she is so stressed out.
The repairs are typically quite costly. Now she’s having to deal with putting two new French drains in on properties. She says it’s always something. That her phone rings constantly and she rarely has any time for herself.
I worry about her. Selling real estate is enough to deal with. But then flipping houses, dealing with rentals and raising two kids stretches her to the max.
Makes me feel so lucky that I have my little apartment and pet babies and write a blog.
It doesn’t matter how much money you make if you seldom have any time to enjoy it.
I think we women burn the candle at both ends until we finally realize that time and the life we have is indefinite.
That hit me in my fifties. It was then that I learned to take time for me and to take care of me.
Never wait for others to send you flowers or bring you chocolates.
Don’t wait for someone else to make you smile. Same with laughter. There’s so many things we can do for ourselves. I wonder now why I didn’t figure this all out much earlier in life.
First and foremost, no one can make you happy.
When you’re young and naive you might think a man will come along and plant happiness at your feet and make it grow.
No, happiness is something that only comes from within. We have to water and nurture our own little gardens of happiness.