And then there was the "life" stuff that happened. The air conditioner at the house decided to "lose power" to the thermostat about 6:30 a.m. yesterday am. It was working fine at 5, but not after I got out of the hot steamy shower, emotional about the day ahead so nerves were already shot...and then I had a hotflash. It was the PERFECT time for the #%#@ air not to work. It was only supposed to be 106 degrees.
I got to work and dealt with the usual plethora of "opportunities" ...only to learn I was headed down south for couple of days...and that I was given a few more areas to cover for our retreat next week. By the way, I absolutely detest public speaking, so any sweat I had left in my body after the no air/hot flash/steamy shower/frustrated and emotional, immediately made its way to the pores of my skin.
Oh, and then there were the contacts! I went back to the doctor last week and got my fourth set of contacts. Yesterday, the good news was that my eyes felt like they had acid in them, AND I couldn't see. Like the old double mint gum commercial...double the pleasure. Double the fun. ...or something like that.
Oh and then, I had a chance meeting (in a virtual sort of way,) with a guy that I hadn't seen in 17 years. It was fun to catch up, but was a good "reminder" that life has a nice way of showing us that a good sense of humor is required.
The rest of the day, I teetered on the crazy and semi-crazy line. Laughing 97% of the time. I couldn't make this up. ...this was life. o.k., I'll admit, the 3% of the time, I was mad...sad...frustrated... Hey, it's (more than) passing if I were in school.
Which leads me to last night. I had to take my youngest son to the graduation where my oldest son should have been in his cap and gown. I dropped him off--then cried. Life wasn't supposed to be like this. Things were supposed to be different. This isn't how I had planned it. What happened to my blueprint? Someone got it mixed up with someone else's. HEL-LO. Read the plan, people!!!
The night was filled with caring friends from near and far that made me laugh amidst the tears. ...and then it was time to be the taxi for my youngest. I sat in the parking lot watching friends walk through. Caps. Gowns. Flowers. Happy people. Looking at Facebook of happy faces. Ah, the joy it gave me to see others' accomplishments and happiness.
My eyes filled with tears and my mouth filled with a smile. I sat. I waited. What if this was really what life was supposed to be like? Well, I liked my plan better--just sayin'.
Soon, my son got in the car, and asked the all important question, "What if dogs don't think we love them because we don't lick them back?"
Yeah. What if?