Laughing at Myself-Journal Entry-From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

I am so blessed you could join me today for a coffee break. I thought it would be fun to share an up-close and personal moment with you where I found myself laughing… at myself! Grab your coffee and come on in.

I’m trying to think of where to begin so you can appreciate this moment of laughter. Since it stems from a little man in an almost-two-year-old body, I’ll begin there. On New Year’s Day, we had a new little resident move into our home, our grandson, Bryden, and with him came a whole new set of responsibilities, as if – oops, can’t go there; I’m on that word fast! 🙂

Anyway, last Tuesday was my first day on the job, so to speak, of getting him ready and taking him to the God-sent angel that would be taking care of him while his dad works. I was geared up and ready, had gotten up extra early so I could have my quiet time and then get several things done in the office, proof a transcript, pack his backpack for the day and take a shower all before he woke up!

All that accomplished, I was ready to greet him when his happy little self appeared on the stairs. 🙂 The morning went fairly smooth except for the tug-of-war on what he wanted to eat. First he wanted this; then he didn’t want that; then it was a banana, so I peeled it and handed it to him. He looked at it as though it were a monster and handed it back and said, “No!” Finally he settled on a bowl of cheerios and a cup of juice.

I got him dressed, finished putting my face on and realized I didn’t have my tights on so I grabbed them and my shoes, Bryden’s things and Bryden, of course, and put him and all the other stuff in the car. And these car seats, now . . . So complicated! By the time I pulled out of the driveway, I was exhausted!

The little guy did amazing when it came time to leave him at his new daycare, a friend’s home. I watched him as he stared at her two little ones, a three-year-old boy and a little girl close to his age. I knew instinctively he was going to be okay, especially after I said, “Give Nanna a kiss,” and he brought his little face up in my direction and puckered up just a little bit. 🙂

When I pulled out of her driveway, I burst out in tears, tears of frustration because to be honest, this feels as though it’s more than I can bear and I certainly didn’t want it, and then there were tears of relief, relief from knowing that what He brings me to, He’ll bring me through and I was so grateful to have a safe place for him to be.

I still had one thing to do before getting to my deposition: I had to meet my son to give him something so I had him meet me in the parking lot of the law office, which he did. After I hugged him good-bye, I remembered I still hadn’t put my tights and shoes on, so I had no choice. There I sat in the nearly-empty parking lot of this law office – everyone was at lunch — scrunched in the front seat of my car with windows barely tinted – and I began to wrestle with those darned tights while trying my best not to look like I was doing such a thing in the parking lot of a law office! Getting them to my knees wasn’t a problem; it was pulling them up and over those thighs of mine and then the booty while trying to keep the skirt from climbing up, too! I just figured out something: Maybe that’s how I threw my back out! 🙂 🙂 🙂

Just as I got them over my butt, I had to drop my extended position and stop because I began to laugh at myself so hard. I have to tell you, that fit of laughter really helped me that day and I am thankful to have had that moment that made all the stress of the morning disappear. Oh, thank you, Father, for those moments that despite the circumstances, we can find laughter.




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One Response to “Laughing at Myself-Journal Entry-From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power”

  1. Jan Bachelor says:

    Ha, ha, ha. I have the visual! Nothing says professionalism like dressing in your car. Heh! I am thinking the butt wiggle that probably injured your back is what kept you from your true future as a Go-Go-Dancer. I think that is one of the prerequisites for that job. 🙂 🙂 🙂