And no, I’m not talking about a guy. I’m talking about my week. It was a crazy, busy one, the kind that mothers of children on summer vacation know. And the worst part was they weren’t even the problem. (Okay, they were a small part of the problem.)
A To-Do List Because I Can’t Help Myself
My goal was to neatly divide up my week. Prepping for my college classes at Flathead Valley Community College on Monday and Tuesday and teaching the three classes I had scheduled. Then a day or two devoted to promoting “The Do-Over” a process I am enjoying a great deal. I get to sit in my little home office and see where in the world the book can get to! And then today, Friday, I wanted to spend the entire day with my Dad, a weekly occurrence that sometimes gets squeezed out of my schedule.
Then in the manner of the best laid plans of mice and women… my cold, that has taken on a life of its own, dropped me against my will on the couch.
The Still, Small Voice
I tell my children with my wisest voice, “first there’s a whisper, and if you don’t listen, the universe will knock. If you choose to ignore the knock, you’ll get knocked over. I have been mightly ignoring the universe politely asking me to relax, so it asked me to RELAX!
The Imprint on the Couch…
I have, it’s true, managed this post… but my house is a mess, I’m not prepped for a new class that starts Monday, I have sticky notes that have adhered to other sticky notes as if they were a coral reef, and I still have two flats of flowers all gangly and waiting to be planted. My schedule today and tomorrow is to really make a big dent in my couch and trust that good things come to those who (sometimes) allow themselves to wait.