Cocktails, Perspective, and Gushy Stuff

Today was one of the most bizarre days I’ve had in a long time. I won’t bore you with granular details, ok, yes I will, but in short, I thought I should give up on the day some time around 10:00 am, head to a bar, and order a Manhattan. This ever happen to you?

Reader’s digest version: my car was in the shop, the loaner wouldn’t start, I borrowed Brad’s (my fiance’s) car to get the kids to school (on time), then a short time later, borrowed a fourth car, to pick them up from school. AAA rocks by the way.

I said triple A – not A-A.

Had a promising prospective client call at 10:30 am and snuck off to the gym for a workout.  So you could say things were looking up!

But, by 1:00 pm, while staring at the lunch bill (I had one daughter and her friend with me), I realized I didn’t have my wallet. Absentmindedly left it in a different spot at home after dealing with triple A guy earlier.

My drinking pal, I mean fellow mom, could have joined me and paid (I’d pay her back of course), but I knew with the day I was having, and in her fabulous company, that one Manhattan would have turned into two Tanhattans in a New York minute.  Instead, my fiancé saved the day times two (remember I needed his car earlier) when he paid the lunch bill over the phone for me. Off I went to turn things around (again).  It’s now maybe 1:15 pm ish.

Got my second daughter from school, picked up my car from the shop and headed home.  Settled in at 3:00 pm to do some work before taking the girls to dance at 4:30 pm.  Overheard from the bathroom, “hey mama, don’t forget the dance time changed today, so class is at 3:30 pm”.

Of course it is.

Ok, so I get them dropped at dance (on time), deliver the friend from earlier to her mom, then realize I desperately need gas.  Remembered to grab my wallet, so this task is no problem.  That is, until the giant Mastiff (redundant), in the back of the pick up truck parked in front of me, attacked a stranger. A-T-T-A-C-K-E-D.  Now, before you get carried away, the victim was repeatedly warned to stay clear of the dog (I saw and heard the whole thing), he didn’t listen.

I was so freaked out I started to drive away with the gas pump still in my car (yes, the one just newly back from the mechanic shop). I drove straight to dance, grabbed the girls, and headed home – fast and safely.

It’s 8:00 pm, guess what I’m having…

Anyway, so you heard about the cocktails, where does the perspective come in and what’s this about gushy stuff?

I told Brad all about my bizarre day, every detail (really, there were so many nuances to each story line), chalk full of complaining even whining I’m sure, inflection changes in my voice for dramatic effect on select words, and plenty of cussing.

Cue perspective:

“No dwelling on it. U had a good call, worked out, had lunch with your daughter and her friend and your car is finally fixed.  Not a bad day. “

Cue gushy stuff:

“Plus, I got to wake up next to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen who also happens to be the love of my life. That makes every day a good day for me. Xoxo”

We can all use a new perspective every now and then :-).

Cheers and, more to come,

Tanya B.