There are just days when you just want to sulk and vegetate. Ah, the blahs. Today is just one of those days when both the weather and my hair refused to cooperate. A typhoon was supposed to hit this side of the pacific, but fortunately, it decided to go some place else. My 2nd grader whooped with joy of course, because classes were suspended. Genius me didn't even bother to call the school, so I drove all the way to Assumption braving the blasted rain, traffic, mud, and potholes only to be told to go home by the guard.
To add to my agitated state, my kid's barber also didn't show up at the appointed time and I had to entrust my son's hair to some stranger who apparently had a deep affinity for his electric shaver. My son was looking at me with panic-stricken eyes when Barber X almost zinged his left ear. It wasn't entirely a disaster, Zak didn't lose any of his vital external organs or anything (or I would have shaved X's head and pounded him with the razor) but I know his hair would have been cut better if his old barber did it. The thing is, I just wanted him to look neat and handsome for his Holy Communion this weekend.
Gosh, how time flies. 8 years ago I was deciding whether I'd let the doctors do a circumcision just a day after I gave birth to him (so sue me I did let them do it. I blame it on the epidural still muddling my brains at that time. But I know he'll thank me someday for that for sparing him the agony and the embarrassment...) and now Brends and I are attending spiritual enrichment seminars for parents. Ah, parenthood. I get warm fuzzy feelings just thinking about my kids.
The thing about the blahs is that it isn't a permanent state of mind and being. If everything seems hopeless today, remember that tomorrow is always another day. Have a great day y'all.
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