I know, I know

Enough with the election talk already, right? However, I'm thinking I should get my hormones checked...because why does it still have me all emotional? I think it's because of all the people that didn't even vote...and the archaic electoral college...and all the people who aren't straight, white men that are legitimately terrified for one reason or another...and people everywhere are still so shaken...and I didn't love Hillary, but I did love the idea of a woman as President, and I'm more disappointed about that then I thought I would be...and I'm seeing some good in the form of people pushing for unity and hoping for the best...and I think everything will be okay, but am I just saying that as a coping mechanism?

So, I promise I am done now, and let's move on to something uplifting. My car battery took a dump again today, just a few months after it was replaced. But how is this uplifting?

1. It didn't die after force-feeding breakfasts, wrestling people into clothes and carseats, and scrambling like a madwoman to get us out the door by 6:40. Because that would have seriously ruined my day.

2. It didn't die after I dropped off Gavin, and

3. It didn't die after I dropped off Graham. These are good things because I'd be bummed to have one or both of my kids in childcare while I sat in a parking lot waiting around for a jump and NOT working.

4. It didn't die when I left work. That might have been the biggest bummer of all. By the time I get to the boys after work, they've been in daycare/school for 9+ hours, and I think that is wayyyy too long. So, I hustle like crazy to get to them, and a dead car battery would have given me legit anxiety, even if I could have found a co-worker to give me a jump.

5. It didn't die after I picked up Graham, leaving me stranded without Gavin.

6. It did die after I had finished my work day and had secured both of my boys. It wasn't a miserable 120 degree summer day, we were able to hang out in the preschool lobby, and my brother graciously went out of his way to come rescue us and showed up in 15 minutes.

When a mild bummer like this happens and then I realize how much worse it could have been, I am so grateful, and the whole thing turns out to be a positive experience.

So, how was your day? Around here, Thursday night means the start of an extended weekend, and this week it also means that Dylan will be home soon for a couple of days. All in all, I'd say we are tired but relieved it's the weekend!