I’m not really sure why people create more stress in their lives than is necessary. For example, a couple days ago while on my way to drop K off at school and me going to work, I see that my gas light is on.
No problem…this has happened before. That light comes on at 50 miles left to E – shoot, that’s like a ton a gas, right? Except, it’s not, when you actually had that light come on yesterday while on your drive home.
“Meghan,” you say, “why didn’t you just get gas yesterday?” And because you are crazy and sometimes answer when you talk to yourself, you say, “because you live in the middle of nowhere and you’ll have time to get it in the morning when you get to town…you’ll have plenty…don’t worry yourself.”
When you hit the reset button on the dash it tells you how much you actually have left.
Oh that’s nice. 8 miles till empty and you have 10 miles to go. Never mind that you had to leave early because you have a meeting at 7:30 am…with a fairly large group and the new CNO of the hospital.
While these are all things I should be stressing about, I’m actually not. To be completely honest I’ve let my tank get that low on several occasions, but K didn’t know that…
Am I a bad mother for making her think that at the exact moment we hit “0” while on the expressway, the car would sputter to a stop and we would be stranded?
I’m terrible! I think she was going to panic seeing that number drop. Oh! No! It’s ZERO! Miles! Left!
But wait…we keep going…oh I’m definitely not going to be nominated for mother of the year with that one.
She made it! I made it!…to my meeting 7 minutes late…because I had to go in after pumping my gas and get a good cup’o joe. But hey, I made it. Not stranded on the expressway like poor K thought was going to happen.
So less stress, I say, what’s the worse thing that could happen? Don’t answer that…
This rustic welcome sign is awesome and I certainly didn’t have to stress over the making of it.
I found this board while rummaging behind our laundromat during a marathon washing session.
The only prep was to take out any rusty nails that could actually cause any harm, otherwise leave ’em, adds to the rusticness – not actually a word, I know.
I found these very farm-housey (also not a word) looking letters at Hobby Lobby while perusing aisles, just like I did in this post to make awesome map art.
A little screw at an angle.
Hang the letter and apply some wood glue.
And voila!
Do you have some rotting wood in your backyard or down the road or behind your laundromat? Then go make this sign!
A little hint, get those letters, or something similar, when they’re on sale – these were half off. $1.50 a piece. Making this project a whopping $10.50 before tax.
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