I received a call from Joe’s teacher. “Joe is showing some unusual behavior.” She said. Unsure what she meant, I started visualizing different things. Turns out none of my visions were accurate. She was simply concerned he didn’t feel well. I made an appointment with his pediatrician. Come to find out, the kid was battling strep. The next morning, while taking Charlie to the dentist, I talked to myself about whether or not to take Charlie to the pediatrician.
The dialogue went something like this: “I should take Charlie to the doctor. He probably has strep. Dang blast it. I have that perfect part-time job #2 I have to tackle. Joe’s home from school. If I find out Charlie has strep, he’ll be home from school, too. How am I going to work two jobs with two kids at home? Did I leave the iron on? Wait. I don’t iron. Is there ice cream in the freezer at home?”
Actually, the dialogue better resembled Cameron, from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. “He probably has strep. He probably has strep. I’ll go. I’ll go. I’ll go.” Like Cameron, if I had not been driving during this conversation with myself, I would have gotten out of the car and jumped up and down in frustration.
Playing the role of a good and responsible mother, I
grumbled while taking took Charlie to the pediatrician to make sure he was healthy. Unfortunately, I left the pediatrician with the news that Charlie, like his brother Joe, was battling strep. Frickin’, frackin . . .
Great. Two sick boys at home. Two jobs to tackle. And, Mother Nature is knocking at my door. Those are not the sort of ingredients that make up a June Cleaver kind of day. Instead, those are the ingredients for a Rosanne Connor kind of day.
As I mope, I am well aware of the struggles other people are facing. I moan and groan, in the comfort of my home, while other families are searching through rubble to locate what was lost during the outbreak of tornadoes. Many people are still missing, lives were lost and the tornado that hit Joplin, MO is on record as the deadliest tornado in US history.
No, I did not lose my house this week, nor did I lose anyone in my family. For those facts, I am thankful. But you know what? I am still cranky. As I battle my self-serving crankiness, I cannot help but feel guilty for my crankiness. (The fact that I feel guilty means that I’m not all bad right?)
Truth is – death and devastation take place somewhere in the world each and every day, through violent crimes, war, natural disasters, disease, etc. Add social media to the mix, and tales of tragedy can spread like English ivy.
You’ve heard the phrase ‘Ignorance is bliss’, right? Well today, I decided to grab hold of that ignorance and enjoy a bit of bliss. Turning off the television, walking away from the computer and tuning out the world around you enables you to experience your own life and your own struggles, without the guilt that things could be worse.
Yes, things could be worse for me. Still, sometimes I have what I perceive as bad days. Frankly, for me, this week was challenging to the point of frenzied frustration. As a result, I booked a hotel for two nights. My husband is home with the kids, and I am alone – basking in silence, books and blogging.
As I briefly watched Anderson Cooper talk about the situation in Joplin, MO, I said a prayer for the people facing life changing challenges, those shown on television as well as those throughout the world, nameless and faceless. Then, I turned off the television, closed my eyes and began to enjoy the quiet within my room. I had a hard week, and I’m cranky; sue me.
Be kind; take care of yourself and each other. If you can, please take a moment and donate to a charity – just as many charities exist, many needs exist. Please give generously.