Wouldn't be my life, if there wasn't some hysterical moments.
So, last week I kept a pretty busy schedule with Blended Love meetings, Eden's school schedule, my Bible Study class at church....etc., etc., etc. My life motto of living in the moment took a back seat to preparing for the next whatever.
But as usual, my reminder of keeping true to my belief, came in the form of another series of "crazy" moments.
The morning started off with not having my garage door opener and having to use the punch code on the garage. Like most moms, I can come and go about 10 to 20 times in a day, so having a garage door opener is not really a luxury, it is key to my expediency to deliver goods and/or people! Now, this morning I had an additional obstacle...our new neighborhood watch dog...due to my neighbor leaving a bowl of food and water on her front porch. Not suggested.
Well, this guy, I like to call him "Bob" because I call everyone "Bob" until I know their name, doesn't always recognize that I am the owner of my home. So, from time to time he will bark with all of his passion and concern for our block and try to keep me from feeling comfortable entering my home. Having dealt with that for three trips home already, I was extremely tired of trying to convince this security pup that I really paid the mortgage on this house, but this next trip into the house would be memorable for both Bob and me. Because this time, my car came screeching down the street going way faster than I should admit and obviously with a driver in hysterics. Why, you ask? Because this driver just had a spider fall off her eyelash and down her shirt and eventually onto her right hip. I WAS INCONSOLABLE.
As my door flies open with my pants around my ankle hobbling to the code with a barking dog at the driveway edge, I turn and scream, "I live here!"
Bob politely looks at me with a look of, "oh, well, you should have told me earlier."
Now, I have almost completely undressed from the code area to the mudroom and am now finding myself in front of a team of tournament golfers through our back windows. Embarrassing. I can only hope that they are experiencing a glare from the sun and cannot see into our home.
Relieved, yet traumatized, I am forced to re-enter the car, obviously in a new outfit, to pick up my child from school. As I am regaining my sense of calm I look over to our dear, sweet mini-horse farm that brings a smile each time I sit at the stop sign waiting to carry on with my chaos. Almost nostalgic to see these fairytale characters right here in the middle of town. Yet, not this afternoon. The brown one (another Bob) sits legs crossed over his boy parts with his front legs dragging him along for a bit of joy ride without a female horse. Looking right at me, he has no shame. I, however, am horrified. He has no idea that he has just shattered my perception of the mini-horse sweetness. Now replaced with an equivalent to humping dogs.
As I drive away from the scene of such inappropriate behavior, I am reminded that I have been brought back to the "moment" I so desired to return. I sigh and live in the present once again.
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