I Cried Over Spilled Eggs

Tonight, as I carried the bowl that held our last dozen eggs, scrambled, to the table to feed my young, it somehow slipped and fell to the floor. 

The dog was ecstatic. The kids in shock. I was in tears.

It wasn't the end of the world, necessarily, and it wasn't the worst thing to happen to me lately, but it just was wrong.  Not fair. 

The holidays came as they usually do. Crazy and hectic and jammed full of parties and toys and people and sugar. 
Christmas was a tad different for us this year as I had to work Christmas afternoon.  We had our morning here, my parents came over (which is new) and I made brunch and we relaxed until I had to go to work, then my hubby took the kids to his family's side. I only missed out on a couple hours of celebrating and working a 4 hr. shift on Christmas is not worth crying about.


The flu bug helped us bring in the New Year. Both here at home, and at my work.   A record breaking 40% of the residents are currently suffering from Influenza A. Which can be deadly to the very young, the very old or the otherwise unhealthy.  Here, at home, I've been hit the hardest. At work, my most favorite, most dearest resident (he is the one crying in this post,not because his wife was dead but because she was in the hospital with a broken arm) is dying as I type this, in the hospital. His family by his side.  I say he was my favorite because from the very first day I worked there, we connected. He had a stroke many years ago and wasn't always able to speak clearly or even use the correct words. But, I took the time and figured out his needs and cared for him, and his wife, with love and respect. In return, he and his wife, have listened to me talk about my family, given wise advise and we have prayed together. I will miss him and I cry for his wife who loves him so. 

My husband was laid off of his job of 11+years yesterday.  Lay offs are always a possibility this time of year. But, he has always avoided it.  Until now. He is unemployed, indefinitely.  When he told me, we just stared at each other, shrugged our shoulders and came up with a plan.
He has been wanting something different for so very long, but unsure how to go about it. In case you were unaware, jobs are not plentiful right now. We felt it was safer to be happy with what we had than risk it all and change things.
Seems we were meant to risk, not it all, but at least a little.
I will pick up more hours. We will collect unemployment (a fraction of his wages!!) and he will search high and low for another job. It means some definite changes and sacrifices here at home but nothing worth crying about.

I tried to keep that positive attitude today, as different people had to be told about our situation. The kids were told, and while the little ones think it's awesome dad will be home more, the oldest knows it's a serious situation and that there is potential for stress.

My family loves breakfast for dinner. I hate making it. Hence the reason I don't make it for breakfast. I have two (total) frying pans and only one is decent. Try making sausage, hash browns, pancakes and scrambled eggs in two frying pans. I make one then set the plate in the pre-warmed oven. 

Finally, all the the food was cooked, the plethora of syrups was set out for all to enjoy. The dinner call was yelled and all came running. Only to see the dog eating up the scrambled eggs off the floor.


It is very interesting how we cope with stresses and changes. Some can rock our worlds when they shouldn't and some can make us determined to make things better and buck up and put that smile on our faces.

But, when it comes to food being wasted, in this house, that's always worth crying about.