Let me just start by saying that it is ridiculously cold here — the low today was -11…-11. Some quick math told me that even if we were to gain 40 degrees it would still be below freezing. Honestly your nose hairs freeze in the time it takes to unload the car. NOT COOL! (ok, yes freezing, but not cool!)
Also I should confess that this was not a great day for me — today I really miss my garage. Here’s the scoop: I made plans to go to brunch with this fantastic friend (probably the only local one I have) — we have been trying to get together since before Christmas and today was the day — come two hour delay or cranky kid, this was the day. So I worked like a maniac (in order to feel somewhat better about my two hour lunch) got both kids, and myself ready and went outside to start the car — 20 minutes later I had my eggs ready to deliver, two bundled up kids, and a stressed but excited Mama — I put my bags in the passenger seat and went to open the back passenger side door — frozen shut — ok, no problem I can load kids from the other side — go to back drivers side door — also frozen, but a little more give — one last tug and…THE DOOR HANDLE BROKE! LITERALLY IN MY HAND BROKE OFF! I did not know what to do — so I sought the counsel of Fantastic Husband, called Fantastic Friend to unfortunately cancel and
had a minor meltdown came unscrewed! Black mascara dripping down my face…the whole nine yards. All in all I feel better for it, although I’m not sure it was quite the best use of my time or all the money that now needs to be added to the swear jar…oops :-S
All told I think occasional “melt downs” can be therapeutic and helpful, but I also learned something about myself through this one…it is SO easy for me to have a few things go wrong and immediately go to the place of “I hate this place and everything in it — I can’t believe all that I gave up” (in this case the two car attached garage) and I absolutely MUST avoid that — a bad day doesn’t make a bad life and all those thoughts are doing is poisoning my next moment living this life.
Our priest gave a sermon recently and I think it applies here — he was talking about confession (I know not everyone is Catholic or thinks this way but it’s a great analogy) and how sins are black marks on our generally shiny souls; by confessing them (asking forgiveness) you can remove that black mark, but you never get that time back — you don’t get to go back and make that hour shine, it just isn’t black anymore. Today may have had a few black marks but my prayer tonight is for just a little more of my life to shine.
Peace & Blessings,
P.S. Dad, thanks for always giving me the garage when I was in high school, I never realized what a blessing it was until today. LOVE YOU!