Well, I Heard Mister Young Sing About Her…Who Was This Woman?
My car. My life. It was one of those mornings.
The children would not get out of bed. No one wanted to eat breakfast. They were dressing slower than then line at the DMV.
My sink was full of dirty dishes from night before. The washer full of clean ones. One minute before the drop dead time to leave for school, I realize I haven’t packed my daughter’s lunch. (I know some of you have your second grader trained to fix own lunch box. I’m not that evolved.)
But unlike yesterday, when the same tardy drama was unfolding, I didn’t stand at the kitchen sink on the verge of tears and screams, “WHY ISN”T ANYONE LISTENING TO Me? Don’t you care if you are LATE???”
No. Of course, no one cared except me. And so I stopped caring about being late. This one time, this one morning.
It dawned on me. You aren’t going to pull this off.
No use screaming. An erie peace settled over me. I calmly spent 20 minutes looking for shoes. Calmly made the lunch. Calmly fixed my children something to eat in the car… Very weird. Who was this woman, at peace in utter chaos even when realizing that her car was going to pull up very late a vacant Primary School drop off…
She acquiesed. This stranger in my skin. I let the morning madness — gooooo.
We got out to the car – after time tardy bell had clanged. I realized my daughter had left two biscuits with honey I fixed her siting on the back of the sofa by back door. Calmly, I mentioned this to her. Calmly, I watched her get out of the car taking her sweet, merry time going into the house to retrived her breakfast.
WOW. I like this gal. Pulling out of the driveway awash in tardiness and lateness.. I hit the CD.
And, “1, 2, 3
Turn it up..” And I turned it up…Getting lost in the music..
Sometimes you just have to dive into lateness and just swim or float — but don’t fail or struggle. I’m not perfect. We’re not perfect.
Sometimes best just to accept that and accept the pure goodness of a perfect D-C+9-G chord progression.
Turn it up, get lost in a riff, forget perfect and Have great day!!
Another great thought from Jamie! So nice to know I’m not the only one finding myself in these situations. Even my heroes (like you) go through this sort of thing in the privacy of their own homes!
This post sounds SO MUCH like my life I just had to comment on it. (Well, up until the point where you stopped screaming. LOL!) No, seriously, I could totally relate.
I found you on Twitter, and am a follower of yours.