Everybody’s Workin’ for the Weekend

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Last night we ate dinner with DH’s sister’s family. My nephews are too stinking cute! I drank a bottle of wine (ok, so it was more like two bottles) with my BIL (brother-in-law) and I’m surprisingly not too bad this morning. I am, however, starving with no idea what to eat.

Here are the rest of my plans:
Clean the freaking house!! (It looks like a disaster relief zone in here right now!)
Grade my American Lit. research papers, finally.
Go to lunch with Mom/Dad.
Have a Girl’s Night out with L and J!

L is dealing with the aftershocks of a breakup. I hurt for her because I know what that feels like. I just want to take the hurt away from people I love, but then they wouldn’t learn the lesson they are meant to learn from the heartache. I don’t mean “learn their lesson” as in “You did something wrong and you must learn to never do it again” because I really don’t think relationships are supposed to work like that. What I mean is that when you go through something like this, you find your true character.

You learn a great deal about what kind of person you are when you look at how you react to serious, sorrowful situations. I’ve met plenty of people who have never known a moment of true sorrow; but I’ve also met plenty who have. The people who are faced with the terrible things often have better perspectives on life. Because of the painful breakup in my past, I know now what I’m capable of accomplishing on my own, and I firmly believe that I would not know this unless I’d gone through that breakup.

L and I are going to get mani’s/pedi’s this afternoon near her new apartment in downtown and then J is coming out to meet us for dinner when she gets off work. As much as we’ve talked about doing a Girl’s Night Out, we’ve only ever been successful once, almost two years ago, and we ended up drinking WAY too much at Sweetwater! But, oh, the pizza later was so good!!

There is something soothing about food, I think, because it feeds our basic human needs on a survival level. People with broken hearts often wonder “How will I ever survive this hurt?” Simple. You will eat and continue to breathe. I think that’s why it’s called “comfort food.” Food makes a person feel comfortable on a deeply personal level. Think about it. When we celebrate, we eat. When deathrow inmates are about to die, we give them whatever they want as a final meal. I think it might be entirely possible to heal a broken heart with food. It might not, however, be very good for the waistline.