Yesterday in the auto bouncing along trying to hold Zana's head steady, and my son inside the auto I felt happy. Here we were the six of us, Zana, Abe, myself, our visitor, her baby to be born, and our itsy bitsy tiny tight jean wearing driver.
We were shoved in a little bumper car contraption bumbling through town. I wanted to applaud when the traffic was light, scream when we were hit from the back at an intersection (in frustration), laugh when I saw a full adult moon on the side of the road.
I did laugh when simultaneously I felt warmth on my calf and saw our visitor's face and heard her say, "Oh, he is throwing up." So much for having the best trip across town, ever. Here I was hoping that she would fall in love with this crazy wild place in one auto ride and what I got for my hopefulness was a bucket full of reality and vomited on shoes.
Two years ago at such an onslaught I would have cried, turned around and headed home. Yesterday I clutched my son tighter, rinsed him off when we arrived, and enjoyed the visit with a faint eau de stinkith.
Sometimes you have to chuck your expectations and deal with the upchuck!
We were shoved in a little bumper car contraption bumbling through town. I wanted to applaud when the traffic was light, scream when we were hit from the back at an intersection (in frustration), laugh when I saw a full adult moon on the side of the road.
I did laugh when simultaneously I felt warmth on my calf and saw our visitor's face and heard her say, "Oh, he is throwing up." So much for having the best trip across town, ever. Here I was hoping that she would fall in love with this crazy wild place in one auto ride and what I got for my hopefulness was a bucket full of reality and vomited on shoes.
Two years ago at such an onslaught I would have cried, turned around and headed home. Yesterday I clutched my son tighter, rinsed him off when we arrived, and enjoyed the visit with a faint eau de stinkith.
Sometimes you have to chuck your expectations and deal with the upchuck!
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