Are We Flexible?

For anyone who is a little OCD, or Type A, the word *flexibility* can leave you feeling like a fish out of water. You can’t live without like your neat + orderly planner… color coded, of course!

But what happens when Life’s Oopsie Daisies knocks down your door? How do you react? Do you hold yourself together like the Queen of England, or do you react like Snooki after one too many drinks? I’m gonna take a guess here, and not judge you for throwing a few *F bombs* and weave-pulling when that color coded planner of yours needs a nice coat of White-Out.

But what’s the use in panicking, or throwing a fit Jersey Shore style? What’s that going to get you? A headache? More wrinkles? A Xanax?

I had one of those nights last night. All day I had been looking forward to my mother-in-law coming to watch Emmy in the late afternoon, so I could sneak away for a much needed pedicure. Teaching sixteen very chatty 3-4 year-olds ballet + tumbling had me exhausted, and nothing sounded quite better than sitting in a massage chair, getting my feet rubbed. Can I get an Amen?!

But, Life’s Oopsie Daisy knocked on my door. My MIL called to say that my FIL was having car troubles so she would have to take a rain-check on babysitting. Damn. Of course I felt disappointed since I had been looking forward to it all day and really needed it for my sanity but my in-law’s situation was much!more!important! than my toes.

Instead of crawling up into a ball, I called my mom to see if she could swing by after work… YES!

Problem solved, right?


My dad called to say that my mom got into a small fender-bender. Thank goodness she was perfectly fine {albeit pissed} and it was just a small dent, but she was waiting on the police to file a report.

All right, so no pedicure for me tonight. I may come across as a brat to some, but any momma knows, sometimes you just neeeed an hour {or two, or three, or…} to yourself. It makes you a better mother.

So instead of huffing + puffing about my plans changing, I decided to be flexible. If I couldn’t go out to get a pedicure, I’d just do one myself after the little bambino went to bed. Although not my original plan, or my ideal option, the problem was solved. I would have a fresh coat of polish on my tootsies, and my dignity–having kept my cool, unlike someone-with-a-monster-pouf 😉

But, the story’s not over quite yet, my friends…

The doorbell rings, and it’s my mother-in-law! With dinner! Ohh how I love her…
She was able to swing by and feed us, before heading on to other obligations.

Then to make things even better, my dad shows up! He said my mom was going to be late, but she was on her way….

Can you guess what happened next?

Yep. Pedicure Paradise, here I come!

After getting turned away from one place because the wait was too long, I soon found myself sinking into the massage chair; gyrating from the mechanical vibrations, and smiling all the while…

Gratitude doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel about my family–pulling through for me, even with their own Life’s Oopsie Daisies.

I’m blessed.

**So how do you deal with Life’s Oopsie Daisies? Do you panic? Pull your weave out a-la-Jersey-Shore-style? Or are you calm, cool, and collected like the Queen?**


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