Everyone in our house woke up early (notice I didn’t say “bright and early”) to get a head-start on this Sunday morning to Hardy, Arkansas. If you have never been to the beautiful state of Arkansas, you are really missing something, and I was actually looking forward to the long mountainous trek. Right off the bat, things started to go to hell in a hand-basket. While doing the last minute check list, the twins discovered that they were supposed to take two online courses before showing up for their month’s duty at Kia Kima Scout Reservation as Camp Staff.
“No worries” I mumbled, and headed towards my peaceful porch with a steaming cup of Bulletproof coffee as they ran up to the office to fire up the computer. I had already resigned myself to the fact that this day was going to be devoted completely to the twins’ transportation and starting a little late wasn’t going to be so bad. It did mean that we would not be having bacon and eggs at a roadside Stuckey’s, but it wouldn’t ruin the day.
I grabbed a bunch of glutenous noodles from last night dinner, a bucket of chicken/sheep food, two sheep dogs and a hot pink scoop full of Meow Mix for our menagerie and sprinted for the coop making sure to knock out all outdoor chores before we went to save myself from doing it in the dark on our return. Once I was back inside, I kicked off my rubber yard shoes while expecting wails of “Hurry UP MOM!!!” from the front door. Instead I found everyone still milling around the computer with one twin “almost finished with his first course”.
After another cup of coffee, I started my pacing and grinding of teeth, now furious that my last weekend day was being RUINED by what is a typical expedition with this crew.
I snatched my dulcimer, headed for the porch and started banging out some Arkansas Turkey in the Straw at an alarming tempo, enough to scatter all the cats to yards unknown. Why are they always so unorganized??? This is the usual plot to piss me off again!!!! I must be the only one at my age that still has kids without driver’s licences!!! Maybe if they didn’t always have that cell phone up their ass, they would READ their emails and know about things like mandatory online courses!!!! If it were up to me, they shouldn’t even be GOING to camp, especially since they just got back from Sea Base in the freakin’ Bahamas!!!! (Don’t even get me started on how MUCH that cost!!!)
As my temper calmed down a bit, I began to think about my Transformation and my vow to break the habit of me always ending up in this state of mind. Short of kicking someone, what could I do to change my mood? I know that people will always do stuff to rile me up, but it is up to me as to how I react. I began to play my beautiful dulcimer like it is supposed to be played (well at least as beautifully as I know how to play) and forced myself to think about how nice it was to sit on the porch and enjoy the morning. I am not going to say that I magically became an enlightened fairy with butterflies in my hair and flowers sprouting from my cleavage, but I did try to look on the bright side. The bright side was that, all things considered, I would still get home with 2 hours before I went to bed. I’d get to spend untold hours in the car listening to “their” music, and the best part…. they were going to be at camp for a month!
So now I am home after more than 7 hours in the car, and as I ran back down to the pasture to tuck everybody in for the night, I noticed how quiet it was. Could it be that I already missed them fighting over who helped me last and that they definitely did NOT want to do the chickens? Nope… and I might even enjoy that for a little while!
Only you can let yourself be mad. Only you can make words come out of your mouth, and only you have the choice to react to other people’s actions. So if you’re mad… that’s up to you and to quote some of my ladies at work: “You can get glad in the same britches you got mad in!!!”
I hope you found some time this weekend to find your special red pair of shoes and I’ll be back tomorrow to talk about how to wear them. Until then –Deb.