This always happens to me. I swear it. My universe is this certain balance of good and bad and it rarely is mis-aligned. And I need to remember this. I need to always remember that when something bad happens, something good is around the corner.

Yesterday, there were these bright pink fliers in the girls' bin at daycare. The fliers informed us that starting January 1st, the price of daycare would be increasing by $75 EACH per month. That is $150 on top of the insane amount that we already pay. It is already barely worth it for me to work considering my pay and what we pay for daycare. But as with everything, it is a delicate balance. Daycare is a little more than 2/3 of my pay. But fate has it that we need that other third of my pay to live where we live and survive in general. So, the girls go to daycare. And daycare is so good for them. This morning, we put Rachel down on the floor and she smiled and smiled at another baby in the class. It was so great to see her interacting with someone other than us and her sister. She gets to watch babies roll over and crawl and walk all day long. She gets to listen to music and look at all the colors and be in the world. At this stage, with just me at home, I would be barely managing their feeding needs, much less other things. Anyway, I didn't know it would be, but this daycare business is good for my girls so far. Not to mention good for me because I get to live in the world. I am not a career-y girl. I don't care too much about the professional world that is Washington, DC. I work to use my brain and get paid. I am a crazy multi-tasker and I love that part of my job and it keeps me happy all day. Anyway... this situation is good for everyone. Then, yesterday, increase in price. Damn it!!!!

I was totally bummed all last night. Worrying about where we will get the extra money. How we will ever get ahead with this crazy situation. How people with our types of jobs and lives be so stretched thin for cash. It was depressing. I wondering if I should go back on Prozac and let the magic pills wash it all away.

Then today, a few cool things happend. Jake pretended to have to show me something with a server, to which, I said, "you are talking me to a party, right?" And yes. My work had a baby shower for me. They couldn't do it before I gave birth cause of my bed rest. So, I got all these presents including a gift card, clothes and books. There was cake and food (enough to take home for dinner!!!). It was so so nice. Then i came back to my desk to find that I will be the featured Crafty Bastard in the Washington CityPaper this week. Rock on! Then Jeff won free lunch for his office. It is like the world saying, "Dude. Don't dispair. There is a certain balance to things. You will always come out on top." I mean, those things don't take away the fact that we might not be able to pay this increase and that things are going to get even more tight in my house. But they do remind me that the world is good.

I might sound like Oprah, but really. I do believe in the balance. Delicate. Certain. And maybe even fair in the end. There are some people I know whose lives don't have this balance. And I wonder, is it because they don't believe in it? Or is their balance coming? I hope so, because everyone deserves balance.

I don't believe in God. But I do believe in something else. It doesn't have a name. It is a feeling that no matter what, everything will always be ok.

And if I get hit by a bus tomorrow, this post will be total crap. :)