I lost control of my hands, and a discombobulated life.

                           

This describes my life and my mood lately.

If you want something clear and concise do not read me today! If you want to have a bit of a laugh and a tear at my expense than stay. Believe me I will make your life seem sane!

Those of you who have regular updates on my insanity  can attest to the FACT that I am running on empty.  This has been a summer of one challenge on top of another. Many of them are never going to be resolved. I am not Superwoman even if I try and act as if she and I are interchangeable .

                                                         


Some of you know that I lost my job. I know it has nothing to do with my performance. The agency I work for was not retained by the schools where I taught. It is all about money and new leadership.

I am so sad because I am truly passionate about teaching kids the love of art. I may hate the politics of education but never the kids. Plus I know these kids!

I really want them to understand I didn’t choose to leave them. I cannot tell you how many of my students begged me to never go away.

I am struggling with missing them… as school begins.

In the midst of many changes and challenges let me give you a glimpse into my life.

We rarely have a relaxing Sunday and on this particular one we began furiously getting ready for a Christening. Clothes were strewn about and my Scotsman couldn't locate his dress shoes. The guy works like a madman barely having an hour to relax. I never thought that the shoes wouldn't be in his closet.

I found them....Heroine Minelle... smiles and accolades!

I was interrupted prior to the event with a phone call from the new art teacher asking me to meet at my old place of employment. I needed to clear out all my bookcases, books, dishes, files, examples, etc…while handing over the keys.

Let me say,I believe in acting with integrity.


                               

 I understand her desire for getting started….but…! I guess I was discombobulated; this was a slightly unusual way to pass the hat… I mean not exactly professionally arranged...But... I knew she was excited to begin her job. I remember that feeling!

In the midst of these thoughts, we had another phone call from overseas relating sad news. We took time to make sure everyone was okay. This understandably delayed us. Dressing nicely my husband, daughter and I ran to the church with a millisecond to spare.

And hubby only misplaced his dress shoes twice.

It was a different type of service and inspired quite a bit of discussion….enough said.

Next.....

The plan was to pick up a card, change into more comfy clothes and move the four cars around for everyone’s imminent use.

Since I needed to go transfer my life of work from my EX-Classroom to my home studio,(Half of the family room now) we needed two cars at the Christening party.

It was a mad rush to change, move cars and write out the card prior to the party.

Now...white shirt over black top and black jeans....

Mind you I was ready sitting in the car waiting for my darling Scotsman….

Somehow the keys for our car disappeared in the moments after our daughter rearranged the car parking.

Of course I assumed she had them! So I called her and suggested she somehow misplaced them. She frantically shared that she misplaced the card….My normally very competent daughter was completely frustrated.

Daughter arrives and we all searched…even my mother in law.

We looked for the keys for a long time…the card---- was located quickly.

 But.... NO KEYS.

Picture a bellowing Scotsman….aggravated.

Picture me superior sounding while pointing out that I had nothing to do with the ‘car rearranging, so it was everyone else's problem!

I was asked by hubby and daughter if I checked my purse.  

Rolling my eyes a TINY bit.....

Check….! (Lofty look from me) No keys….

I walked into the house assuming once again I would need to fix this problem somehow….Sheesh! 

Superwoman mode!

Oh! I thought, let’s just take the van…

Seriously…?! What is wrong with me?

Took me long enough! 

I shared my wonderful solution and climbed into the van passenger side.  Hubby climbed into the driver seat.

Looking down in to my purse.....

I spotted…….yikes….YES…YES! The keys!

Need I describe the LOOK?

Who set me up? They were not there before!!

We hurried to the party over an hour late and expressed our apologies. We are never late!

I was offered a glass of red wine….

I shared a bit of food with my wine….Trying to relax.

I began sharing my sadness at losing my job and cleaning out my stuff....

......... over my second red wine….

Gesticulating wildly I somehow spilled an entire glass upon my person!

Yes my white shirt now looked reddish purple.

Sigh…we left so I could change prior to the move…I cannot imagine I would look capable smelling of and covered in wine.

I wanted to do this with integrity...

Walking out I was smacked firmly on the bum. He smiled widely, “what the heck happened?”

I said, “I don’t know... I lost control of my hands!”

He raised his right hand and said, “I am about to lose control of this hand all over your behind!”

Nope he didn’t--- he knew I needed hugs and gentle care that day!

I cannot tell you what a sweetie he is…He came with me and in the classiest, friendliest way I wanted, he heaved and lifted a van full of memories.

I know that was all for me because he is angry on my behalf. 

My voice shaking I shared my thanks with him….

He is the greatest.

I am not perfect and I am here to say that during this time of angst a few stress relief spankings have been needed….

These days I do not always want it but I really need it! (Unless it is FUN spanking)

I will share that he has seen just how much it changes my mood…

There are plenty more stories.....

Another....of interrupted love as well. 

Maybe next time!

Thanks for reading,

Minelle

PS.....Yes Cat I screwed up the type again. I was impatient and figured...what the heck!