No, a chocolate bunny did not bite off my typing fingers in a fit of revenge.
It’s just that in the last week I’ve have been adjusting to the changes at work while at this same time, helping some of the “high needs” community members adjust to the changes.
When I type it out like that it seems so simple. But really, even though this was a short week, by the time I got home each day, my nerves were completely shot. I have to keep my patience and level of cool at work on an even keel. No matter how frustrating things are at any given point, I have to be able to turn around, smile and be gracious all in the same moment. All the time. Even in the bathroom, because people insist on standing outside the washroom, pressing their noses to the door and talking to me while I’m sitting on the can. I work in the Bermuda Triangle of timing and tact.
When I get home, my supply of “Get Grace Over Rage Free” cards have been depleted. I came up with a solution though. I get to have a shower when I get home. I’ve tried it this weeks and it works. I will come in the door, take off my shoes and put down my purse. I will and kiss my son and my husband. No news, issues, questions or dilemmas. Then I will head up to the shower to wash the day off. My “Grace Over Rage” cards will be somewhat replenished so that anything that needs immediate attention or thought can be given that without further grief.
In other news, it seems as though I have found myself to be in a band. Complete with a guitarist, drummer and a studio. We haven’t decided yet as to add a bassist or not. I suppose that will be sorted out soon.
Nextly, I will be starting up an improv training program, hopefully starting in June. I’m sure by now you’re thinking I’m out of my g-dammed mind. I assure you I am. I will be able to do all this. It will be a very carefully planned out and all of this will in the end make Gary’s job change that much easier. Oh, sorry did I just throw another thing out there? Yeah…job change for Gary is looming, hence the flurry of activity. It comes in threes don’t you know. Sure I’m scared, but guess what? That fear is my motivation to get all of this stuff rolling.
This trip to Chicago is just the thing to further light the fire under my ass to get everything going. A weekend of Blues music, Improv and random fun is going to have a great effect on me. What about poor sweet little Dax you ask? What will this poor innocent child do while his parents are goofing off far away? Why he’ll be busy playing with the human amusement park herself Auntie Ti-Ta at home for a couple days, then he’ll be whisked away to the cottage to build spaceships and design underground communities with Auntie Bernie and Unckie Science Bear! Not to mention, his playmate for the weekend will be Unckie Ash’s puppy dog Ayla.
The totaling mass of fun our child will have will be greater than that of his parents. Because really, the one that will suffer at all over this trip will be Unckie Ash.
He will have to continually shove Ann Mathers Cinnimon Rolls in our mouths to muffle the pathetic parental separation whimpers all while stopping Gary from mindlessly wandering onto the El train tracks in search for his beer he hid the night before and somehow holding the video camera still as I leg hump mannequins along the Magnificent Mile. Some vacation he’ll get!
Oh Sure! You can do this! All this! And that too!! Every last this of it! [Jo-Jo, my psychic 'Sayer-Of-Is', sees in her crystal ball that your 'shower' will become an, even more, important necessity in your life!!!)
Winda
Posted by: Winda | April 23, 2006 at 08:55 PM
Two more sleeps till Daxon.
Two more sleeps till Daxon.
Two more sleeps till Daxon.
Two more sleeps till Daxon.
Two more sleeps till Daxon.
Two more sleeps till Daxon.
Two more sleeps till Daxon.
Two more sleeps till Daxon.
Posted by: Auntie Bernie | April 25, 2006 at 12:00 PM