Thursday, August 07, 2014

Wednesday : Saving the Day

You might think it's about a rescue.  It isn't.
Rather, it's about me, flailing mama, trying to get my mind in an open, free space long enough to continue on, in as glorious a manner as I would choose.
I spent the day in that pursuit, my friends.
Ever eager to save the day.

I really, really dislike "oh, I'm a horrid Human" days.

T'wasn't begun by anything unusual.  "I can't find my swimsuit", then "It's at my house," says her friend.  "Go get it!  Hurry!  We need to leave in ten minutes!"  Twice they came back empty handed, after a ninety second look, or so.
We missed that particular plan for the day entirely, as we arrived ten minutes too late to be allowed in the door (at the "all day" price).
"I forgot my shoes," after being reminded a couple of times.  And forgot them again, when we went home to fetch them.  Little Son in the front seat, cursing traffic on my behalf, which only serves to reflect--showing me what a grouchy wretch I am.
Once I was able to shake it off, and move on forthrightly... eager and happy once again... and two minutes later, my recalibration had evidently never happened.
I could see it happening, and see my growing need for ease and peace... but somehow my thoughts and actions were carrying me in the completely wrong direction.
Lightning and thunder came to the valley as we pulled up to the outdoor swimming pool... we thought we'd play in the park, and swim for a few hours.

It wasn't a wretched day, I did vow no more grumbling or complaints would be uttered by me, so I was able to somewhat keep my unhappiness to myself.
I just gave the children room to play, and Be, and I kept to my own personal mission of trying to turn my head around.

After the aquarium, we came home with supper, and I scooted out to the patio, to write for a minute, and had a baptism in the pool.

I never really made sense of it, and I recognize that this wasn't one of those enflamed "I don't want to change my mind!" days... it was flailing and falling and I-can't-find-my-way sort of days.

My only supposition to it all was "Thank goodness for Tomorrow!"
Oof.  Thank the stars for new days.


  1. I've had two days this week like that - the first one I managed to turn me around by baking a jolly big and jolly yummy cake with OFG and the second day I just couldn't do it - blame the tiredness at the end of the week but my little man gently asked if I would like to bake another cake to make me happy...awww. And I wholeheartedly join you in celebrating the blessing of tomorrows

  2. Oh those days. They just happen sometimes.


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