Do you ever go through periods where things don’t turn out quite like you planned?
Days where your plans start out great but then you find yourself looking around and wondering what the heck is going on?
When you have all these great ideas but somehow things get all tangled and you can’t remember why you thought your ideas were all that great in the first place?
When your game is off? No matter how hard you try or how sensible your shoes are?
Well…I’m going through one of those times lately.
I’m trying but things just keep getting mixed up or going all together wrong.
Like the other day….
I teach preschool. (It’s fun…I have a little classroom here at my house with it’s own entrance and I love it….anyways.) Preschool is about to start when I have the idea to bring the high chair down for Ruth to sit in instead of teetering around on a preschool chair.
Good idea right?
Sure, that’s what I thought. BUT while I am running down the stairs carrying the high chair over my head (hurrying to set it up before the kids arrive) the top of the chair catches the door jamb causing the foot rest to ram right into my forehead leaving me with a giant idiot mark and a headache.
Or how about that evening at the fabric store…
There I was with 6 different rolls of netting that I needed cut.
Patiently I waited in line but the lady at the cutting counter was oh so very slow.
As I waited and waited and waited I noticed that the lady behind me only had 1 little roll of trim to cut and there I was with my stack.
I asked her what the trim was for.
She was buying trim for a skirt.
When it was my turn I asked if she would like to go ahead of me since she only had that trim and I had 6 different items that needed to be cut.
I thought that would be a nice thing to do and would appreciate someone doing the same for me—especially considering the speed of that poor woman at the cutting counter.
Yes, I thought it would be a nice thing to do.
The lady said she would really appreciate it.
Then she proceeded to have her trim cut THEN she called over her husband (where he’d been hiding out I’ll never know) who had an ENTIRE CART FULL of fabric, lining, leather, and trims that she needed. And had cut…very slowly.
Over 30 minutes later I was able to step up to the counter to have my netting cut.
And then there was that night last week with my sister in law when we went to go buy some new running clothes. It was one of those clothes party things at someones house.
(Someone we didn’t know by the way…my sister in law just loves the clothes, we heard about the party and went.)
So there I am in a strangers house trying on athletic wear when I become hopelessly lodged in a sports bra.
It had all these straps and criss crossy things…one arm was crushed against my ear and something was covering my eyes. I’m flailing around like fish in a mouse trap (whatever the heck that would look like) and all I can think about is how humiliating it is going to be when I have to bust my way out of the bathroom and have people I’ve never met pry this bra off of my half naked body.
Fortunately after some ninja moves (and a girl waiting for her turn in the bathroom asking if I was “OK in there”) I fought my way out of the sport bra web of doom and made a quick exit from the party….with out any new running gear.
I’ve got them.
But this post is getting long and I think you get the point.
It’s been a wacky couple of weeks…
but I know that eventually, things will get straightened out and I’ll be off and running again.
(And hopefully, not running into anything!)
Have a wonderful Wednesday everyone!