Thank you to the lady who gave me her grocery cart when I couldn’t find a quarter to get one out of the stall myself.
Thank you pre-cooked chicken. I know what is for dinner tonight.
Thank you to the pharmacist who assured me the body is a powerful thing and can heal itself from many things…just be patient and give it time.
Thank you to the wonderful Mom who took my Sweet Girl for a 3 hour play date while BlueEyes was at Gymnastics. Hubby and I snuck in shopping and dinner for two.
Thank you to the garbage men who threw my pail into the middle of the lawn this week instead of letting it roll down the road as usual.
Thank you Banana Republic for your clearance rack.
Thank you Theatre group for cancelling this weeks class. One less thing.
Thank you to the group of 20 year olds who gave me a whistle as I walked out of Tim Hortons.
Sigh. Sometimes as you battle life in suburbia, it’s the little things that get you through.