The last few days have seen many things NOT go the way I was expecting.
Nothing catastrophic.
Just down right annoying.
I know it's not good to "sweat the small stuff," but when it feels like a thousand "small stuffs" adding up in a weeks time, it's hard not to break into profuse perspiration.
Like when you take your children to The Doc Mobile, and it's NO-THING like what you thought it would be. You stand there confused for a few minutes because the multiple lines stretching around Centennial Olympic Park have you baffled. Not to mention there are no characters walking around to greet you. Maybe you should have read the website better or realized that a free event would not entail what you were envisioning.
Or maybe you went to do a community service project with your children only to realize that you were more in the way than actually helping.
Or a brother aggravates his sister for the umpteenth time that day, and she is screaming bloody murder while you are trying to listen to Grandma talking to you on the phone.
Or it's the laundry you forgot to fold last night and now the babysitter will arrive any minute. You move it from the couch to your bed in hopes she won't see it there. Your real hope is that she won't think you are a disorganized mess ALL THE TIME. For she's in her early 20s and has no way to comprehend how you don't have time to wipe the sink or fold the clothes or get your chidren dressed that morning.
And when you leave the house you are wound so tight that your shoulders are in knots and your mind is working at warp speed.
So you take some time to write it all out in a blog post hoping to relieve the tension. And it helps, but it's not the answer. You don't know what the answer is other than to keep going. Keep putting one foot in front of the other and taking it as it comes, both good and bad, annoying and joyful.
And you know many things in this day, this week, this month, this year, this life won't go as expected. You just wish you could get used to that.
No comments:
Post a Comment