Senior Moments- They wont stop invading, robbing my sanity. I proudly prepared a Southern breakfast of bacon, eggs, and grits. That was after corralling my girls from their warm beds. That was after prodding Mary Margaret through the dressing and grooming routine amidst the usual protests. That was after belting out a School Days concert for my girls. My performance wasnt acknowledged or appreciated by anyone. Tara, my life coach, says we are all responsible for our own happiness. She teaches that we cant expect other people, places, or things to deliver our joy. Fine. I sang for my own pleasure. Confession: maybe the Devil compelled my singing to rub in the return of work and school for everyone but me. I exhaled as His Lordship drove off to take our bundled up cherub to school. 10 minutes into my peace and silence, my cell rang. It was Jim calling to tell me today is a holiday. I asked him what holiday. He said, in a cranky tone that could have been gentler, a school holiday. Oops. Poor Mary Margaret. Its her life as a child of Seniors. Shes back home now after another revelation that her parents arent all there some days. I pray the some wont evolve to most. Over the weekend, her Daddy insisted our nice coffee pot at the lake had malfunctioned, manifest with clogging up and dropping coffee grounds. I was mad. In fact, I paraded mad across that kitchen. I needed my coffee. Jim had forgotten to insert the filter. After rubbing in his senior moment, I offered to grind more coffee beans. I searched for the grinder blade for 15 minutes. Seemed like forever. Even rummaged through the trash. Dear God, I was thinking, how low have I fallen. Mary Margaret was demanding pancakes amidst our coffee withdrawal. I finally realized the blade was right there on the grinder. Id simply put that blade upside down so it wasnt as visible. (Note to self: get to optometrist.) Well, Mary Margaret just offered to help me dismantle Christmas in our home. Meanwhile I am waiting on the arrival of a new handyman to unstop the level one shower. Ugh..and theres the dreaded call to Comcast cable over in India. I dont know what to do with these new boxes they sent here. Im in no mood for over the phone instruction. Guess I need to get on my big girl panties and get on with this day and January. Happy New Year. PS: I like our new handyman. He fixed the drain and unjammed a door in 20 minutes flat. Said no charge. What?! Could be a loss leader. He says hell return tomorrow and fix our fireplace starter. Praise The Lord. I see the light.
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 14:24:26 +0000
Trending Topics
© 2015