Improving Flexibility

Crises of the Day: Babysitter was supposed to arrive at house at 8:45 a.m. so that mommy could put oodles of laundry away, get a couple of miscellaneous things crossed off the "to-do" list and get myself ready for church while the babysitter finished breakfast with the girls, played with them and then got them dressed for church.

Guess what? Babysitter did not arrive.

Nope.

I texted her at 9 asking if she was still coming.

She texted me at 10:30: "OMG. I thought you meant tonight!"

Scott thought that was pretty lame...."Our kids are in bed by 8:45 at night!!!"

"Yes honey, I know. Such is the mind of a 15 year old. Such is the life of a mom hoping to have gotten a few things done this morning."

It's not really a crises. I know. It's more like a glitch. A hangup. A change in direction.

They happen ALL the time in parenting. Weekly, probably daily, and given the day, sometimes hourly.

We plan to do A,B and C and wind up doing F, G and R for whatever reason-- a child gets sick, mommy gets sick, moods change, the weather changes, a babysitter doesn't show.

Was I annoyed? Yes. Briefly. But then I moved on. Pretty quickly I might add. I readjusted my expectations, fed the girls and got us all ready for church. There was nothing I could do about it really...there have been days, in the past, when this sort of thing would have really frustrated me, but being a mom makes you more flexible, more amendable, gives you a higher aptitude for adjusting to change.

It's why the older moms often look cool, clam and collected. They've had time to practice the important skill of flexibility. (That, and they don't have toddlers shrieking in their ears for "more, more, MORE!",  yanking at their brand new sweaters or wiping spaghetti sauce on their pants any longer, but that's not the point here!)

I feel like I'm slowly becoming a more flexible person.

When the babysitter texted back to tell me she thought she was supposed to come over tonight I figured I'd seize the situation and take my hubby out to dinner.  I asked her if she could come over at 6:30 and she readily agreed. Why not, right?

Except that the Super Bowl starts at 6:30.

Oops.

Scott liked the idea anyway. What a flexible guy!

Although he did ask if we could go somewhere where the game would be playing.

I think my idea of a nice intimate dinner was just squashed by hulking, sweaty men in shoulder pads and crass commercials that way too many Americans find humorous, which always makes me way too cynical of the American population.

Ok. Some of them are funny.

Looks as if one of us is going to have to be flexible. We'll see how the day goes and I'll let you know the outcome!

Here is a recent picture of myself stretching in the sun on a sandy beach in the tropics. 

Lucky girl I am, huh?!