Things have been a'happenin'.
I've been running.
The streak is going strong
Today is day 89.
I won't bore you with photos of all the running you have missed because I have been to busy to post about my highly exciting daily runs.
Biking Sherpa thinks my dripping wet sweatiness is gross
Biking sherpa thought my sweat-level was offensive?!?
This coming from a girl who does not sweat e.v.e.r.
Last night's sweaty run with LBM.
What else has been a'happenin?
I have to thank everyone who thought of/prayed for me on Wednesday.
I could feel all the prayers. The confidence I had going into my meeting was not typical. I am usually - again - a sweaty nervous wreck.
What is it with me and sweat?
I work for a Municipal Authority. Our Administrator was recently "let go."
We are a small authority only 1700 customers and formerly 4 employees.
I felt I had been doing the Administrator's job for a few years but not receiving the pay.
because the board was still paying the Administrator to do very very little and take credit for everything
Now there could be no doubt that I am in fact running the Authority (I am the only office employee) I went to the board for a big raise. The outcome of which had farther reaching consequences than just helping pay the family bills.
I have been stressing over the need to address the situation for weeks.
Happily the board recongnized what I had been doing and will continue to do in my new role as Office Manager. I felt like such a burden was lifted!
Sorry no photo of the after meeting happy Shelly or my new bigger paycheck.
What else has been a'happenin'?
S'ghetti girl decided to fall over a bike and then catch herself with her teeth and face. We spent the Thursday morning in the ER. I just traded one stress for another!
She is going to be okay. Maybe minus a tooth and adding a little scar but she will be fine.
I did take a photo of her face but she pleaded that I not post it so I will honor her wishes.
So I have been running everyday, somedays twice a day. I got the raise I deserved. I handled another kid crisis and we all survived. Fun Five days.
We are getting the new windows installed so it will be a busy weekend.
But before I go, I want to share a little story from my week.
S'ghetti girl and I are in the ER. She is laying on the gurney, scared and crying. I am holding her hand trying to comfort her while we wait for the doctor.
(There is no rushing in the ER. Completely not like the tv show ER at all)
I tell S'ghetti girl about one of my many trips to that very hospital.
(I was a sickly little kid)
I told her of the Mother's Day when my appendix burst. Everyone had gone to Mother's Day lunch except my father and I. I was sick in bed. When the pain got too bad I crawled to my dad and he took me to that ER. He knew it was my appendix but doctors can be slow. He held my hand and told me that Smith girls are tough. I told S'ghetti girl that she was part Smith girl too and that if Pappy Sam'wich (my father's name was Sam and S'ghetti always called him Sam'wich) could be there with her he would tell her the same. Still crying she said that now her tears were because she missed Pappy Sam'wich and wished he was there to help her be brave.
As she finishes talking, my mother walks in.
I'm always looking for signs that what I know to be the truth is there with me.
Yesterday after all the concern over my work situation was over and I felt like I could take a breath, there I was in the ER wondering how broad can my shoulders get. Feeling all alone.
I hadn't called anyone to let them know we were at the hospital.
And yet there, at the exact moment, was Mom ready to help.
As much as Grammy's presence helped S'ghetti girl, it helped me too.
May your days be filled with signs
and the eyes and heart to see them.