Week of Spills

It rained this week. A lot.

I can't even remember back to Monday, but I do remember dreading it on Sunday. Whatever I dreaded that day wasn't worth it.

Tuesday was the day before a BIG decision deadline approached. Tuesday was rough. Everything that happened that day, I viewed through the prism of my anxiety. Which means everything stressed me out. And I had 2 parent teacher conferences, the latter was a no show... just to rub it in. It rained that day. I don't know when it stopped outside, but my toilet sure continued the tornado on me. My bathroom flooded with toilet, I cried. Because it flooded just to rub it in! Took me almost 3 hours to clean after I had taken a nap and a chill pill (aka a psalm). Had I not taken that dosage, Tuesday would've gotten even worse... from dreading Wednesday.

On Wednesday one of my students cried me a river. Then rallied up a pity party to celebrate the water works. It was over spilled milk. On Wednesday, I had to make an aching choice. On Wednesday it felt like Winter, Forty somethin degrees outside. When I got home, I stopped by the grocery store and found some fresh-looking frozen fruit. Frozen aint wet. So I decided to go home and make a smoothie with the new blender. It was going to be the highlight of my day. On Wednesday the base of the blender broke off...as my smoothie kept smoothing. On Wednesday, it rained frozen fruit in my kitchen. On Wednesday, I decided I was not going to let it get worse, by dreading Thursday.

Today was Thursday. The sun came out, things were looking up! Then one of my students had a minor projectile vomiting situation at recess that the black-top and grass took turns catching, just to rub it in. That's when the rain came back. I decided I would claim this day dry! So I got home and conquered the new blender. It worked! Today my smoothie would make King proud. I decided it was too good to have so little of, so nice...I made it twice. The second time, the blender decided to adjust itself.... as I opened the lid. My blender had a minor projectile vomiting situation that my shirt and shoe caught in good time. Just to rub it in.

Today I had tears of admiration for a dear friend, as she shared tears of experience with me. That is good rain. The kind that nourishes, strengthens, cleanses and teaches us how much we can, yet how little we have to endure alone.


Whatever I dread, almost definitely won't be worth it. I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow to get back at the spills...

...and I've picked out a hoodie...just to rub it in;)