Today is Ash Wednesday, the official beginning of Lent.
I had horrible night’s sleep last night,
largely because of a colossal screw-up that caused our son to miss out on an
amazing, once-in-a-lifetime kind of opportunity that had the potential of shaping
his future in significant ways.
As much as we may be tempted to point fingers and blame someone, it
was nobody’s fault. Or perhaps, we all played a small part in it, inadvertently
creating a tiny easily overlooked crack here and another there. All of them combined
caused this chance to slip into nether. By the time we realized, it was too
late. There was nothing anyone could do about it.
The screw-up ended up having a ripple effect on several
fronts. Rattled by the disappointment of this loss, our son left a clear
plastic bag with sixteen giant lollipops and sixty dollars inside an envelope
with his name written on the front – his school orchestra fundraiser – in the 7th
period. When he tried to retrieve it, it was gone. My
kids laughed at me when I pointed out that the rightful owner was easily
identifiable.
MOM, do you realize
what kind of school we go to??? Do you realize what kind of WORLD we live in???
All this left me utterly drained and beyond exhausted, but presumably, not
exhausted enough to get good rest. I was
already awake for hours at six o'clock when there was a loud knock on our bedroom door. Our daughter
was asking for advice on how to best treat cat throw-up on her favorite blanket
and the armchair slipcover. Some was on the carpet, but my husband was taking
care of that bit. Carpet disasters are his specialty.
I rolled out of bed and went to the laundry room.
Her vomit looks like poop! This is going to be the last bag of this kind of cat food, I don't care how many coupons we have, I
mumbled looking for Spray and Wash.
In
the back of my mind I was thinking, What
a way to start Lent, the first thing to face - dribbling cat diarrhea-looking
vomit!
The little Optimist inside me was hoping that with such a start, things can only get better. At the time, she didn’t know that this, by far, would be the
best part of my day.
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