My shirt was inside out through the entire visit with the ballet moms on the waiting bench. While on a Target run after ballet, and through a speedy – in- store chat with someone who recognized me, and then while zipping through the check-out.
It wasn’t until my weary body could stand not one minute longer, and I couldn’t wait to slide into my comfy jammies, that I noticed – the seams that were glaring at me on the OUTSIDE of my shirt!
I laughed. Outloud. Don’t sweat the small stuff.
While walking through a government building last week I could see the metal detector looming before me. I am trying to decide if a purse over-haul would look suspicious or if I should just give the officer a long security check. You see where I am going with this? ……He takes my purse and the weight of his hand drops in surprise. Heavy – yep. Sorry. The metal scanning wand begins beeping while he goes up my right side and down my left. His look seems to be curious and frustrated all at the same time. I tell him that I have money in my right coat pocket for the Aldi’s carts, and bobby pins and hair things for my little girls in my left coat pocket. He has me empty my pockets – the evidence: quarters and hair things.
When he begins to comb through my purse, I can see the little smirk on his bent face. Poor guy I wonder just how many SAHM come through his scanner a day? He pushes aside tissues, baggie of fruit loops, infant ibuprofen, spare diaper, pencils, loose crayons, baby slipper shoes, matchbox car, zillion coffee receipts ( for my husband of course) , the expected, baby bottle liners and spare juice box for long appointments, mini-barbie doll, my camera, and $56 in loose change.
My quick trip through a government building. I laughed – later. Outloud. Don’t sweat the small stuff.
(p.s. I did clean out my purse later that night. Saving all of that loose change for a date-night with my hubby!)
As I work on simplifying my life this year, I am discovering just how adaptable I have become in not sweating the small stuff. This was not always me.
I was looking around this week at all of the things that you, my friends might consider zany and out of order – in the pulse of my days…
And then it occurred to me – I have had to learn – to teach myself how to make THIS life work for US.
And it does. Most days. And perhaps you are wondering when you read blogs on exercise, motherhood, eating well, crafts for kids, homeschooling, organization, and fashion advice – Just HOW can one can possible do everything and have it all together.
Don’t sweat the small stuff.
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Brushing my teeth – after scrubbing the Desitin off of the toothbrush that was used earlier in the day by the baby – when I wasn’t looking. Scrambling a healthy meal on the table after a full day of homeschooling, music lessons, and lunch in the car with seven out of ten children. All day. Finding my own jeans in our teen daughters rooms, after laundry is put away. Taking more time to get ready than should be expected. Wearing my shirts inside out – by accident.
More opportunities to mutter thanksgiving to God, rather than grumbling.
Let’s be real – What is the big deal with NOT folding socks, any ways?
So, tell me? What has become a big deal to you and you just want to laugh about it?