Goals today: Catch up
5:00 a.m. roll over and check my phone like it’s the morning paper. Already my mind is telling me how far I’m behind, at work, at home, with my lessons, I should just get up now. I need an *off* switch. Happy Thoughts.
7:00 a.m. Everyone is up and rolling…Breakfast conversation. Red was ~handed~ the musical play part she wanted from her music director at school yesterday. No try out needed!!! So proud!!! In my frustration of answering her texts last night I didn’t even check on how her day was. Mom fail. This time she’ll be in front of the camera instead of behind it. Midget is asking me if he can *show his friends* how his seizure looked. Ha! I told him, only on the playground. 😉 but no trying to figure skate with the girls!!!!
8:00 am They have all parted, I’m running. Literally. On the road. Laces tight. Work can wait for 45 more minutes. Such solace. Fire wives need exercise. 15 years has brought many wives in and out of my life that either eat their stress away or shop their stress away. If I can’t take care of myself, I can’t take care of my Chief. Or my kids for that matter. Melt some tread off your shoes today….
10 am Five voice mails, 120 emails, and I know I have a desk here somewhere….
Noon: My friend T sends me a text, lunch date. Or mid day counseling session, however you want to look at it, it’s gonna be FUN!
2:00 pm Returned from lunch and have a friend at my office, in tears. Her life has become so distraught and uptight that she actually blew up on her husband for using her *good towel* on his greasy face….. Don’t get me wrong, in this moment of talking to her and helping her process through some emotional breakdowns my own mind was saying “I would have chewed on Chief too, he knows we have *good towels* for company and the ones he can use on his face.” After a much needed vent session, she’s returning home to make amends.
5:00 pm Dinner for the kids. Hello, Mac N Cheese please!
7:00 pm homework done, dishes done, briefly worked on my lesson plans, personal reading, OLYMPICS!
9:00 pm I head into my bathroom to wash my face for the night and get ready for bed. Opening the drawer with my washcloths the one on top is pure white, for my *guests*. Somehow it got slipped into the wrong drawer. Pausing, for what feels like forever, my conversation from earlier today echos in my ears. “It’s just a rag”, “It can be replaced”, “why don’t you want your husband to have the best? Why is that only for company?” Which evolves into… Who am I to get the best rag? Why should my company have a scratchy rag on their face and I get the super soft one? Water running, tears flowing…. I’m good enough for a soft rag, too.
If this type of lifestyle has taught me anything, it’s that, our life and time is fleeting! When the day comes that I’m placed in my casket and people come to say their final goodbyes they aren’t going to care if they got a guest rag when they stayed at my house. Chief isn’t going to say “we always had scratchy rags, dang it” People remember who you are. What your heart speaks to their heart. Is it impatience, intolerance, short temper? Is it love, joy, peace, patience, goodness & self control? Use the best on you, on your family, on your loved ones. Dig deeper to reach out to people who save those *special candles for display only* and teach them to BURN that sucker!!! (only with close supervision and never when you leave the house! LOL )
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