Spare me!

Could you please just spare me? Can you spare me from having to make the tough decisions? Can you spare me from stepping outside my comfort zone? Can you spare me from getting knocked down?

Sometimes when I'm frustrated with my kids or angry about our ever-limbo state, I have to take a step back and ask myself why. An irritating word that leaves an emotional scare is not worth the cost of standing alone while others participate in life. As I was looking at this picture, I thought about how the pins that get knocked down must react. Just go with me on this... Crack, Bam, Clatter... that sounds like laughter to me. Just imagine those pins 'rolling' on the ground laughing while the spare stands there snobby and stubborn. The stubborn one is picked up while the others are ushered back into another room laughing a playing another game called, "Where do I get to stand this time?" The stubborn one stands again in the same spot ready to avoid another shot. Yesss, he thinks, I didn't get hit. What fun was that? The other pins are giggling in the back knowing they will have another chance to laugh until they are rolling on the floor.

I know it's a stretch, but when it comes to having the most fun, I think it's those giggling pins. They know they are going to get right back up again and maybe with a different perspective.

Food for thought :)

Switch it

It's that time of year again! No, it's not the only time I do laundry, but it feels like it piles up. It's that time when the kids are wearing the same shorts and short sleeve shirt every other day because all their summer clothes are packed away. It's that time when you realize you need a change and it's going to take some focused, out of the ordinary, work. It almost makes you cry because you have to drag out the summer clothes and neatly fold and put away the winter clothes. And in good ol' Arizona, it means it's going to get hot, hot, hot!

But you know, sometimes you have to switch things up to make a your life work. From time to time life takes a little rearranging or you might find yourself not only uncomfortable but sweating your butt off. You may even find some good memorize along the way. I guess I'd better get to switching those clothes :)

Wishy Washy

Why is it that when you wash your car on a busy Friday afternoon with tons of cars, the cleaners seem to get every detail but when you go first thing in the morning (when it's half price) and you are the only car it takes twice as long and they do a sloppy job? Why is that? As much as I want to complain about such minor occurrences, I can't help but notice the parallel in my life.

The days when there is barely enough time to sit on the pot and I'm running from here to there, are the days that I can look back on and be quit impressed with what I have done. Then there are the days when, I have one phone call I have to make or one tiny errand that must be done and I find myself slugging (and I mean the slimy kind of slugging) through a dull, diluted wish washy day. I look back at that day and can't remember what I did!

So go ahead and have a sloppy day now and then but just be ready to get a wet rag in the face because those cars are lining up and just when you think you can get away with sloppy, you're back to focusing on the details :)