Do you ever look down at the clock to find that it’s only noon? But surely not. Surely you could not be this beaten, bruised, and humbled by noon. And you think, “Would it be okay if we just hit reset and gave it another whirl? Surely I can do better than this. Surely.”
Here’s the short list of my battle wounds as of noon:
- Deal with a situation that requires me to examine my own flaws and humble myself before another. That was before 8 a.m.
- Spend the next hour or so being annoyed with myself for having said flaws.
- Take Miss M to the doctor and get embarrassed by her utter lack of manners. [She freaked out when a child tried to talk to her and then threw a book on the floor of the very nice, new doctor’s office and proceeded to step all over it.] And by my obvious frazzled-ness.
- Tell the new doctor who I am meeting for the first time that my husband is on staff at the church. For no apparent reason I said it. He wanted to know if we went to church with a friend of his. I answered, “Yes…my husband’s on staff there.” He didn’t care. Why did I say that? I sound like one of THOSE pastor’s wives…whoever they are.
- All the while frantically trying to keep Miss M calm and not throwing one of eight hundred fits. And feeling like I need to explain to him that she’s normally a really happy, sweet girl. Then feeling like an idiot for caring so much about whether or not he knows she’s a really sweet kid.
- Look down at the clock on the way home and realize it’s not quite noon yet…and already I feel like I have taken quite a beating.