Would You Believe I Hit a House?

I just got my car back from the shop last Friday from being fixed from being rear ended.

And what do I do?

I hit a house. Yes, you read that right. I hit a house. Only me

As a matter of fact, the same thing happened to my neighbor's son. Same intersection, same house, same scenario. Howie hasn't noticed yet...maybe he won't...

Let me explain. At the bottom of our hill there is a nasty intersection. The house at the bottom on the right hand sign creates a pretty bad blind spot to traffic coming from that direction, so finally PENDOT decided to put in a four way stop. Which works just fine as long as people don't run the stop sign, which is what happened. The car coming from the west to east was half way through the intersection before her brakes worked. Well, by that time she was in my turning way, so in keeping the turn tight so as not to clip her I clipped the house instead. No damage to the house, it was the cement reinforcement to the corner. I suspect this has happened many, many other times.

Then this morning I did get up to go to spinning class. And there was cat puke on my right shoe. Gross.

And then, before I could take a shower the electricity went off and there was no water. And I was working on my talk for Saturday night at a church sweetheart banquet. So I am back in my closer remote office, Dunkin Donuts.

And guess what my topic is? How being frazzled is an Intimacy buster. I think I may have one or two stories! How about you?

The Litmus Test of Morning

Back to more relevant topics (the chin hair post got lots of rolling eyes and under breath comments of "TMI" from Tianna, and acknowledgement from Nicole that chin hairs, and especially the hairs in the skin ridge right under your nose can be a real distraction). Connie, I can never remember, does the punctuation in this case come inside the ( ) or outside? And I call myself a writer...

Anyway, as I said, back to more relevant topics.

Is it well with your soul? It is well with my soul despite continued waves of attitude, interruptions, selfish actions of others and multiple other responsibilities: to God, myself, my husband, my kids, my mother...and whatever else needs to get done. I know you know; you live this life also.

But mornings can give us a great litmus test for how we are doing in the "soul wellness" department.

Tianna provided the test this morning. Remember, she is twelve going on nineteen...(or maybe fifteen would be more apt because by nineteen there may actually be a light bulb of reason flickering inside their head from time to time).

First, we are (instrumental word here "we") are parenting much more as a team, which is as it should be and is also a relief. So anyway, we are having a much smoother bed time routine, preserving couple time, and getting to bed at a more reasonable hour.

The first hint of how this morning would go was when Tianna tossed me a sweatshirt and simply stated, "This needs to be washed, it has a spot on the front."

OK, no problem. When I do my next load of interminable laundry, which was not at 9:23 last night, I will do so.

You know what's coming. So this morning she gets up and says, "Mom, did you wash my sweatshirt, where is my sweatshirt?"

The answer didn't go over well, garnered a bit of attitude, to which my response was that attitude would only add to her woes, and there was an easy solution. I could teach her how to do her own laundry and she could have total control. No one to thank or blame but herself. I also said I would be happy to provide same day laundry as long as it arrived in the laundry room in a hamper by 6 pm. Later than that, no guarantees.

"Well, I'm not going to school then." No problem. "Suit yourself, but you'll ruin your perfect attendance for the year."

That got her moving, but not quite on time. If she misses the bus, I can get her to the next stop just down the hill, but it is a pain, and definitely throws things off the mornings I am on a tighter schedule.

Adding to the disruption of the morning was the fact that the softball coach hadn't gotten back to me yet about whether or not there is practice this afternoon. This "simple" fact, that will probably not be conveyed until the last minute is significant: We are operating on one car (Honda in the shop being fixed from my fender bender), Nicole has girl scouts (just 8 boxes to go to meet her goal) and if there isn't softball then Tianna will swim instead.

So Tianna was texting her friend to find out, I emailed the mom to back it up and that took up a few valuable moments of time. Tianna said "Yes, there is softball. Fact. Period." The email from the mom said, "well, the coach said yes last week, but I haven't heard and it has yet to be determined" (by forces such as liability insurance procurement also being handled in a passive aggressive fashion since softball is less important than baseball, and the guys wanted the gym...) Politics at its best.

But it was well with my soul. Not a voice was raised, (well, maybe Tianna's) and we will have great dinner time conversation.

Oh, and this instead of the too typical frenzied mornings that made for a great skit this past Sunday at our church to promote the Women's Retreat. Katy and Connie, friends and loyal commenters here, are both coming. It is going to be GREAT!

How was your morning? Katy, did Simone make it to school today? May it be well with your souls also.

Peace.

Then the bagel. Had to have one, didn't eat it. The cat will enjoy licking the cream cheese off the top and no doubt my mom who can't waste a thing will eat the rest.

And we missed the bus. And somehow that was my fault.