I feel a bit like the younger sister who has gone to a party with an older sister and suddenly realized that things have gotten out of control.
When we decided to go to the party we knew that it might get a bit crazy. We were nervous but optimistic that everything would turn out all right. You hear things but never really know how these things are going to go down.
So now the party is in full swing and my sister is getting scared. There’s a guy my sister met who keeps telling her what to do and when she doesn’t do it he gets angry at her. She’s looking around at me and her friends hoping that somebody is going to step in and help.
The problem is that there really isn’t much we can do. We can make suggestions and give advice. We can be sympathetic and comforting. We can tell the guy to stop, behave himself and act like a gentleman.
Ultimately though, my sister has to be the one to stand up and make herself heard and tell this guy that he can’t treat her that way. It’s the only way to make it stop.
I love my sister and our relationship has always been close. If I could, I would step in and make the guy go away.
Every other week I drive my daughter and three other kids from their school to an afternoon program at another local school. At the beginning of the year I didn’t really know the other three kids very well.
Over the past months I’ve come to realize what great kids they are. Ranging in age from nine to eleven, one might expect them to be, well, kids. And they are, but they are also engaged, talkative inquisitive and grateful for me driving them each week.
The drive is only about five minutes. Today we talked about how to successfully navigate slippery roads. The merits of snow tires and why busses aren’t necessarily built for snowy days like today. One boy was pretty specific about the tire size to bus length ratio not being conducive to good traction.
Then we talked about skiing versus snowboarding and it was generally agreed that snowboarding was fun but that you needed to practice more than once a year to be any good. Astute observations.
And when I say we talked I mean we ALL talked.
When we arrive at our destination they all (without exception) thanked me for the ride and headed into the school.
Happy good kids. The Best Thing in Life.
Most evenings after my daughter is in bed and I have some time to read, watch tv or surf the net. It’s during this time that I seem to come up with all sorts of great ideas for stuff I need to get done or want to do.
Clean out the garage. Start my own business. Paint the bathroom.
The problem is that when the next day comes my lofty goals seem to vanish.
Once my daughter is off to school and I’ve cleaned up breakfast it would be a great time to get started on one of these projects. However, I tend to make myself a cup of tea, sit down in the kitchen and BAM it’s suddenly 2:30 and I need to get it the school for pick up.
That’s close to five hours that sometimes just….disappears.
Is there some kind of space time continuum that holds these hours hostage? Is it run by the socks that go missing in the dryer?
The Best Thing in Life would be a good day planner…..and a little more focus.
PS this isn’t every day….just in case you thought I was totally lazy.
Following up on my post from a couple of days ago…..
This morning I went to see my physiotherapist, who is awesome. Except when he tells me what I don’t want to hear.
What the hell? I thought you understood me? I thought we were on the same page? I thought we were friends? How am I supposed to deal with that?
Find an alternative form of cardio. Try swimming.
Now I know he’s lost it. It’s like he doesn’t even know me.
The diagnosis is bursitis in my right hip joint. Painful, but not untreatable and way better than osteoarthritis. Rest, treatment, ice and specific exercises to strengthen the muscles surrounding the hip.
Piece of cake.
Now can we revisit the whole “no running” thing.
The Best Thing in Life is accepting an expert opinion even if it doesn’t make you happy. A lesson we could all learn.
At the age of fifty two I by no means believe that I am invincible. I was, however, a bit shocked when I headed out for my regular run today and had to stop one mile in because I was in excruciating pain.
Never in my thirty years of running have I limped home from a run.
After my run two days ago my right hip started to give me some trouble. By trouble I mean stiffness, pain and general acheiness. Nothing I couldn’t handle. Nothing I hadn’t felt before. The next day was better and I thought I was in the clear.
How then, could today have gone so wrong?
Could it be that thirty years of pounding the pavement have finally caught up with me? No, I tell myself, that just can’t be true. I’ll stretch, roll on it, I’ll rest….I’ll hope.
The Best Thing in Life is hope…..because right now that’s all I got.
How much of life is smoke and mirrors?
Over the last few days it seems that a lot of what has been going on in the media is just that. People saying and doing things to make you think one thing while they are actually going to do another.
Today my daughter tried to convince me that she was too sick to stay at school. We’ve all had that call. Tiny voice in the end of the line asking to come home *cough cough*.
“Okay I’ll come and pick you up but that means you won’t be going to dance this afternoon.”
Miraculously she overcame and decided that she could tough it it for the hour and a half left in the school day. Smoke and mirrors?
While I am by no means comparing my daughter to a certain politician…..okay, maybe I am. Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe nobody ever called him on his smoke and mirrors as a child. Maybe somebody should have.
The Best Thing in Life is solving the days issues in 150 words.
To work or not to work. For moms it’s a decade old question that never truly gets answered. It never gets answered because everybody’s answer is different.
I’m not working right now so I have time to be outside running and being active. Good for me.
Because I’m not working I’m not making an income and contributing to my household financially. Bad for me.
My friend is working right now so she has very little time to be active and get in shape. Bad for her.
She is working right now so she is making a financial contribution and feels good about that. Good for her.
I like to work and do feel a bit useless when I’m not working. Deciding what to make for dinner doesn’t really challenge me. But I also love having the time to spend quality time with my family and having some time to myself does make me a happier mommy.
It’s a classic grass is always greener scenario. The Best Thing in Life is that I have a choice. For now.
Did you ever look through a kaleidoscope when you were a kid? The colors and shapes moving and changing as you turned the blue plastic tube? Pretty right?
Yes, when you are a kid it can be very entertaining.
But what about when you close your eyes as an adult and that’s what you see.
Without a blue plastic tube.
Lately I have felt like that when I’ve closed my eyes? Like pieces of my life are moving and changing but somebody else is turning the tube. It out of my control. It’s not pretty and it’s not fun. It’s scary.
I’m a list person. A schedule person. A calendar person. Plans are what I live for and thrive on. Uncertainty and change are…….unknowns.
But that is what my life is right now and I am going to have to find a way to stop the colors and shapes from distracting me. I need to find a way to make them work for me. A way to make best of them.
Oh to be a kid again.
I like I think I could have been a good dancer. I think if I’d been given an opportunity I could have.
As I watched my daughter in her studio showcase today I couldn’t help but wonder. What if?
What if my mom had put me in dance classes? What if I had been able to express myself through dance and music? I was pretty good at gymnastics so what if I could have been good at dance too?
My daughter clearly loves to dance. She would rather dance than do just about anything. She dances while she watches tv. She dances while she brushed her teeth. She dances when nobody is watching and when every body is watching. She is pretty good too.
What if I had had the chance to dance?
And then I remember that a week ago I fell walking down a two foot snow bank and landed on my face. The Best Thing in Life is wondering what if…….
Optimist; Someone who feels that taking a step backward after taking a step forward is not a disaster. It’s more like a cha-cha.
Realist; Someone who accepts a situation as it is and is prepared to deal with it accordingly. There is no room for make believe.
Pessimists; Someone who is sure the plane is missing some essential part that won’t be noticed until it plummets from the sky. Can pessimism be fun? Not really.
Which one are you?