11 November 2011
I was having a day. Yes, a day. One of those horrid days where nothing seemed to go the way it was supposed to.
Call it a bad expat day-- I had searched for yeast at the market for days and had grown tired of staring at Russian on packages. Eventually, I started making up words thinking that I could actually read the language. (PLEASE tell me you've done this too?!) I returned home with three tiny packets of unknown contents after convincing myself that one of them must be yeast.*
Call it a bad parenting day-- The volume was warp 100 in our house and not a single child would listen when I asked for them to use their inside voices. And, to make it worse, I irritated myself with the use of the phrase 'inside voices'.
Call it a bad start day--The water was out for the umpteenth time and I had 45 minutes to pray that the city would turn it back on so that I could get a shower before hopping in the car for the school run. No luck.
You get the picture. At some point during the late morning when every little thing continued to go 'wrong', I saddled up to the espresso machine. Somewhere between loading up the coffee grounds and steaming the rice milk, I thought "You know what every expat/parent/person on this planet deserves? An old-fashioned game show applause sign." I needed my own personal flashing prompt that reminded me I was worthy of applause throughout my day. Without a further thought, I grabbed a scrap of thin wood planking and some glossy black and white paint.
So, it doesn't flash. But, I catch a glimpse of that sign now hanging in my kitchen, remember the 10 minutes of work it took to create it and smile for hours on end.
*For those curious: baking powder, baking soda and a still unidentifiable salty sweet powder.