when you're assailed with a bundle of cuteness

So today, I tried out the Tumblr Cloud app, and realized that I mention Mabie tons of times in my posts (mostly crazy chat logs and insane adventures in motherships). I also realized that I haven’t written anything for myself and my entertainment in more than a month. I find that a little amusing, since lately I’ve been spending much of my time not wallowing in a dank dreary pit of misery.

I have been writing, yes - mostly copy, work stuff, and all of the other stuff that require good grammar and some concept of cohesion and coherence. Fiction, not much. I’m in one of those states when, upon waking, you are excited to welcome a new day. It’s a state when your waking hours are much better than those spent asleep and dreaming. (Did I just write that? O_O Hocrap. Cue Rica hurling a block of cheese in my direction. One cannot duck these, may pektus eh.)

Though of course, we can’t have good days every day.

This morning, I woke up slightly late. As soon as my brain started to boot, I became dimly aware that my stomach was trying to clench itself into a dense ball of self-loathing. I lied in bed for a little while, hoping the feeling would pass if I spend five minutes in the fetal position. No dice. I heaved a sigh and grabbed my phone. It was 7:01 AM. I texted the two company nurses: What would happen if I call in sick today?

Both replied: Since it’s past 7 o’clock (we’re required to notify two hours before the shift), it’ll be considered Late Notification/No Call No Show.

I let out a giant WTF. I heaved another sigh and got my ass off bed. I scowled at my coffee, muttered my way into the bathroom, swore as I rummaged for my meds, and cursed some more when I got out of the house. Then I got on a jeep. In front of me was a mother holding a 1-year old kid in her arms. Said kid was clad in purple and was busily chugging water from her baby bottle. I looked at her. I know it’s rude to stare okay? I just found her fascinating since she looked like she had Kowloon House siopao crammed under each cheek. Actually, she looked generally like a meat bun. She stared back – and smiled.

My NegaVibes™, powerful enough to launch 20 laser eyebeams of death on an especially foul day, dissipated into the ether. I smiled back. She turned her attention from me and her baby bottle and was then busy trying to cram her pink hat into her mouth.

I guess the point is, it’s the big victories that matter, but it’s the small ones (cute and cuddly babies included) that keep you going.