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.
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.
The year is seven days old.
When I look back on the day, the thing that I remember most clearly is a frustrating moment. Actually it was two frustrating moments. It’s unfortunate, but it’s the truth.
I was cleaning the bathrooms upstairs and using a spray bottle of cleaner for the top of the vanities. Half way through the second bathroom, I managed to drop the bottle and the spray nozzle broke off.
Okay, so that bites, but I know that I have an empty spray bottle downstairs. Problem solved.
Now I’m thinking I’m a rockstar for not only solving my problem but recycling a bottle that would have gone unused. Bathroom cleaner and environmentally conscious goddess extraordinaire. This was going to be a great year.
Only it happened again. As I’m clean the bathtub I mange to bump the bottle off of the side of the tub.
This time I didn’t say damn. It was more like motherf#%&@.
Maybe this wasn’t going to be such an awesome year.