It has been a week full of mishaps and obstacles. What is interesting is how these small, everyday crisis' enable us to "stay in the moment". No practice required. It all started quite innocently last Friday. I took a limo to meet my daughter at her high school when classes were finished. We were driving from there, to the airport to pick up one of her friends and then on to South Bend for the weekend. I felt a little uneasy when transferring our luggage from one car to the other but I chalked it up to that unsettled feeling I get when I am out of my usual schedule. We were three hours into our trip when I realized I left my wallet in the limo. (#1)
The next morning my husband returned from his usual run to Starbucks and found my daughter's back window broken and her back pack gone. (#2) Victoria was quite upset. All of her AP books and notes, and most importantly, some new lip gloss were in that backpack. And let's not forget her homework. This little, though costly, obstacle had a happy ending. We were at the football game on Saturday when Tori received a message via Facebook. The villains didn't seem to think her very expensive school books were worth it and dumped the backpack in someone's yard. The good Samaritans used this crazy networking system to find Tori and reunited her with her books later that evening. But not the lip gloss. It must have been the culprit's favorite color.
Tuesday morning I was locked in our guest room with our dog, Rockne, safely under the covers (so he sees nothing, hears nothing and therefore does not bark incessantly) while broadcasting the live radio show I do with my friend Jill. As the show ended and I opened the door, Rockne made a mad dash down the stairs in one of those "frenzies" only a dog lover can understand. Seems a squirrel had gotten into the house. (#3) I got Rockne into his cage and tried to make an easy exit for the squirrel, ala' a gourmet trail of walnuts and an open deck door but said squirrel decided an exploration of the upstairs seemed much more exciting. I corralled him in my son's room and called the "critter control" people who happened to be in our neighborhood at the time. Can you imagine what would have happened if he had gotten into the house while we were gone for 3-4 days? Yikes!!!
Then....yesterday while minding my own business, getting ready to get on the treadmill, (is this a sign or what?) the washing machine's rinse cycle starting coming out of our powder room toilet, flooding said room and not so gently cascading down the basement (finished basement, of course) stairs while my husband was on a Skype call with Russia! Jeez! We got that all cleaned up and.... IT HAPPENED AGAIN! This time with no washing machine help at all. Big sigh. We called the plumbers and they all scratched their heads while trying to fit us into their already full schedule. Another big sigh. The project took two days and we were without "facilities" from yesterday afternoon until about an hour ago. (#4)
Tonight is "Meet the Faculty" night at our high school. I plan to be all packed for tomorrow's trek to South Bend before I go. This evening is all about me and relaxing with a bottle (yes I said "bottle", not glass) of wine when I return home. Bigger sigh.
I usually look for all sorts of reasons and signs and messages from weeks like this. It's funny, but my mind has not "gone there" over this past week. We have had some obstacles, nothing earth shattering, and we dealt with them as graciously as possible. End of story. And one must stay focused on the present if one is going to be cleaning up over-flowing toilets, catching wily squirrels and reclaiming wallets and backpacks. No need for practicing at all.
Here's hoping everyone's weekend is as joyous as possible. And yes, here's hoping for ANOTHER Irish victory!