Have you ever noticed how some people thrive on being mean? They wake up mean, continue the theme throughout the day and eventually go to sleep with an amped up version of mean coursing through their veins only to repeat the cycle the next day. The meanness becomes so severe that even to look at them produces anxiety. Now granted, I’ve had my share of mean and I’m sure I have dosed out some serious ugliness over the course of time however, this is certainly not my normal state of being.
I began thinking about the meanness plaguing creation when two things occurred recently. First a wild maniacal woman exited her car and began shouting obscenities at me in the middle of traffic. Now, I will admit to some mad driving skills but during this incident I was driving Miss Daisy thanks to my new 4 cylinder, seriously low on power vehicle. Before you assume this lack of power was the reason for her psychotic break, she was IN FRONT of me the entire time. I do not have a clue as to the reason for her mental instability and therefore smiled through fits of laughter and waved to her. This course of action was probably not the best choice because it seemed only to fuel her psychosis and threatened to provide the kids with an earful of colorful adjectives had I not speedily cranked up the music drowning her out!! Eventually the light changed and she was forced to reoccupy her vehicle while spewing her hate along the pavement as I continued to laugh and smile.
Secondly, an impatient check out lady nearly took my youngest son’s arm off and yelled at him harshly for…ready? HANDING her his Push Up Pop to check out!!! Now I can get the whole over worked and under paid, stressed out vibe because as a Nurse Practitioner, I’m living it!! Or the unbearable misbehaved child whose parents continue to live in denial and think is an angel…BUT c’mon who wouldn’t smile at the sweetness of a 5yr old excitedly handing you his beloved, cherished, pry it from my sticky, dirty hand Push Up Pop?? Instead he nearly lost his arm and was admonished to “LEAVE IT ON THE COUNTER!!” You could almost see the aura of negativity and darkness around her. He maneuvered with caution never taking his eyes off the “beast” who had taken his Push Up Pop hostage. Rescuing his Push Up Pop from her claws he whispered in my ear “why ya gotta be so mean lady???”
Why ya gotta be so mean people??? Be nice. Life is too short. Take the high road, the view is better!
Posted in The kids
Be cool, be you.
I was sitting in the orthodontist office waiting for my daughter who is in phase II of treatment and undergoing braces yet again. The boys were occupied by the various fish and critters on display in the office tanks so I grabbed a magazine and allowed myself the rare opportunity to become engrossed in the most recent brain candy. I was jerked from my tabloid reading by these words
“Yea, I only talk to the cool moms too and got in that clique as quickly as I could.”
What? A cool clique for moms? Didn’t they ever progress past highschool? Appearently not because their conversation continued along the path of social status and groups, name brand clothing for their kids, looks and appearances etc etc. Right at that moment my youngest voiced loudly that he had to “PEE NOW.” Smiling, I put my magazine down on the chair and ushered him past the “cool” mom clique to the bathroom. As I excused myself past these mothers, I glanced at them only to see that they were giving me the “once over” looking at my clothing (T- shirt, jeans and flip flops). They totally ignored me, that is my face and continued with their stares.
Pee crisis adverted I returned to my seat and discovered that their conversation was still centered on the superficial things in life which they briefly paused to allow me to pass but not without more inquisitive looks. Would they speak to me? Did I meet their “cool” criteria? Did I care?
Who knows, who knows and No. Picking up my magazine I totally ignored their gazes and went back to my brain candy.
My daughter arrived moments later flashing her new braced smile, which was clear thanks to ceramic technology. She hugged me grateful for the clear braces and replied “Thanks mom, you’re sooo Cool!”
Those of you who know me (I mean really know me) know that I take things as they come. Total type B. In fact type B was created to describe me the day I began to suck air. The Dr. announced to my parents “Mr. and Mrs. A congratulations you have a type B!!!”
Each year major and minor events come like say, oh maybe…the birth days of my children. I know these events are coming up as they do every year and mentally I make a notation of their arrival. But when it comes to preparation I just can’t get myself wrapped enough to plan ahead. I’m usually flying around a day or two (if I’m REALLY organized) before the set date of the celebration.
So when I overheard my newly turned 10yr old son, explain to his friend in great detail and with obvious meticulous mental preparation the exact flow of his upcoming party, I knew things had to change! I silently took notes from his conversation. I smiled as I overheard that he even had a time of “relaxing” in the party line up.
I have made a mental note to self…I will plan ahead…I will plan ahead…I think I can plan ahead…I will try to plan ahead…possibly I will plan ahead…
The party, my son’s party is tomorrow….I really need to plan ahead!!!
Posted in The kids
Along with everyone in America, we have been feeling the boa constrictor squeeze of the economy on our finances. My hubby’s work hours have been recently cut pack which, is not unheard of during the summer months. However, the month of July was exceptionally horrible. So much so that I envisioned myself dressed permanently in an oversized robe with my hair up in curlers, no make-up, chugging on coffee laced with something stronger and taking long, stress relieving drags on a cigarette. Not that we could even afford cigarettes or hard coffee but the image was one that I could relate to. It was an image of total despair and haggardness! Especially when I was faced with the excited summer faces of my kids who were constantly asking if we could “do something” which inevitably would cost a small fortune. After all, summer is a time of splurging, of family fun and activities. They had waited the entire year for these summer activities! By this point, I had gone through every ounce of creativity that I had (which is not much) to help pass the days without spending any money. Fending them off took great resilience and heart felt communication.
Overall they were taking the general disappointment like seasoned adults that is, until the snacks and choice food items ran dry. Their bellows could be heard pitifully throughout the house “There’s nothing to eat!” Notice I left off the very critical adjective “good” because usually they yell “there’s nothing good to eat” indicating that there is in fact something in the house to eat, just not an item that they are interested in consuming. However, after chewing through all of the “good” stuff they immediately went for the essential basics (like milk, eggs, etc) and sucked them bone dry like the little hoovers that they are. I stood clothed in my imaginary rob with the imaginary curlers intact in my hair in utter disbelief at the state of affairs going on in our fridge. They were correct! There was nothing to eat and even worse the funds to simply replenish the stash, as we routienly do under normal circumstances, were lacking. The cupboards were equally as bare thanks to the locusts (i.e. hungry kids). I sent them on a food foraging exploration to look in our downstairs freezer in the hopes of striking gold. This much needed time alone gave me the opportunity to crack a little and have a conversation with my heavenly daddy. He is the ultimate provider and I reminded Him of this fact. Not that He required me to, it just made me feel better!
Upon returning from their freezer expedition they informed me with despair that it was pretty much in the same condition as the rest of our food supply. Sighing, I suddenly remembered our neighbors who had a small farm complete with chickens. Where there are chickens there are usually eggs! I called and sure enough they had eggs for sale at a reasonable price. I dug into the deep recesses of my purse and gathered together the exact amount of money and sent the kids on an egg retrieval mission. Those eggs carried us through a few meals. Shortly after we bought the farm eggs my neighbor called and informed us that they were going on vacation and asked if we would be willing to care for the chickens. As payment for our labor we could keep all of the eggs the chickens laid as well as pick anything we wanted from the multiple gardens! Smiling I said without hesitation “yes!” and “thank-you daddy!”
Eggs, the very object we were lacking is the same one we have an over abundance of currently. The humor of God! Every time I open the fridge and see the many cartons I smile and I am reminded: “Oh how He loves us, how He loves us so!” So during these difficult times we need to stay out of the robes and curlers and look for our blessings even if they come in the form of eggs!!
Posted in My Tales
Tagged Emotion, Food