It’s after 10pm and I’m wearing the new pj pants I bought today for seven dollars at Joe Fresh and am reading the last installment of Jo Walsh’s Small Change trilogy which I LOVE. But I keep thinking about the hot dogs we had for dinner.
At the of end of a truly lousy day, the kids and I drove to pick up Scott and we went to the mall to look into buying new cell phones. I was done, we had no plans for dinner. I made a comment about hot dogs, which we rarely eat, and Scott said to get some, why not. Why not indeed, and we did.
We ate the hot dogs, with some chips and a salad I made and had a fun time. The reason I’m thinking so much about this is that before opening the package, I took a quick picture of the hot dogs and posted in on Instagram with some whiny comment about my bad day. I know hot dogs aren’t a preferred choice to feed one’s family, but after we’d had our fun and were feeling better, I picked up my phone and saw the hearts and comments people had left in full support. It’s so small but means so much.
I sometimes struggle with posting so much and writing this blog, but at the end of the day, I love it. Maybe more so right now that I’m at home and not as social as other times in my life. I really value the friendships I’ve made online. By ‘hearting’ my hot dogs, my load was lightened, and if that can go both ways, that’s more than enough of a reason to be here.