Humble Pie….

I woke this morning. My plan was to drop Max off at the bus, then go take a picture of today’s sunrise, and then head on out to the health club to work out.  Seemed reasonable at the time.

So… this is what really happened….

Woke up…

hollered for the man-child to get up…

pushed the dog off of my stomach and lurched out of bed…

tripped over 2 cats and swore a couple of times….

stumbled down the stairs…

Made coffee…

Hollered again for the man-child to wake up… threw on some sweatpants, t-shirt and hoodie…

brushed my teeth…

Hollered again… with a touch of desperation…

looked for money and keys… looked for a media card for the camera….

Yelled at my child…. 😦

He gets up.

Watch as man-child stumbles around just like…….. me. Ugh

Barely make it out the door….

Find out it snowed last night…. swear while cleaning the snow off the car because now we’re late…

Drop child at bus stop. Phew!!!

Drive to beautiful sunrise spot.

No beautiful sunrise today… too snowy.

Grumble….grumble….

Drive to the club……

Find this moment of beauty on the way, and think of  Robert Frost….

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

So as a result, I spend my workout thinking about all the have-tos in my life… and thinking about all the things I “should” do  ( I get like this these days) and getting down on myself about how little I’ve been getting done…. blah…. blah…. blah…..

And finally after a grumpy-ass morning, walk into my house, into the bathroom to shower and I am faced with this: (a message from my son)

A message on the bathroom mirror…

The bathroom that is unfinished and needs work… the bathroom that has a growth chart of my son on the wall… ( You can kind of see it in this pic) and a message….

I am a person….

just a person….

I am human….

Breathe in…. breathe out…..

and hug your child.

(Even if he did use your favorite lipstick [ which is discontinued] to write the message. )

🙂

sail on…….

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And what does all this have to do with glass art? Not a damn thing.

I’ll get to that soon… I swear.

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5 comments on “Humble Pie….

  1. Amy Smith says:

    You are such a poet. What is it with boys right now? I am having moments sharp and sweet with mine lately. I think he is going through a maturing spurt if that make sense.

  2. 365gratitude says:

    Same here, mine is 13 yrs old. I relate to your post, thank you for writing it. How astute his observation of “being human.”

  3. Lynn says:

    Love love love it!!!!! Made me smile.

  4. Rebecca Fay says:

    lolol… Love Max. You should wander up here for a sunrise pic. I”ll make us some breakfast!

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