Wake Up
This morning I kind of woke up on the wrong side of bed. I was still in a sour mood from the night before, having dinner with Ryan's family and listening to their comments. I know that my family was/is really inhibited, and we don't like to disagree, but Ryan's family is a "we all talk at once and say exactly what is on our mind" type of family. Somehow the matter of exercise came up, and I mentioned how Ryan's best friend wants him to do a road race in the spring. Just 5 miles, with 5 months to train, and it's some kind of relay that Ryan would do with me and Ryan's best friend would do with his wife. And before the words are even out of my mouth his sister is chiming in that running would be such a *horrible* idea for Ryan because he is overweight and it would be too damaging for his body. Wait a minute, if he's overweight and wants to lose weight, and his best friend and his girlfriend are encouraging him to do an activity with them, why are you discouraging him?!?
So in the morning I wake up and tell Ryan to call his sister, because we're planning a beach day. Everyone at Ryan's parent's house is still sleeping, and says they will call us. I am sitting at my computer in my office IN MY ROBE when kids start running past the office's sliding glass windows to the front door. Thanks for the phone call! So I bolt upstairs to get ready, and Ryan and I scramble like crazy to pack towels, surfboards, wetsuits, dog gear, etc etc in 5 minutes while they are waiting in the car for us.
Once at the beach, Ryan realizes he didn't grab his wetsuit, so I go out into the water with a board by myself. And everyone is watching me from the shore, because I am a Wisconsin girl who doesn't really know what I'm doing, and I have possibly the worst surf session I've ever had. I'm paddling and going no where, I can't turn my board around in time, and I'm really embarrassed! I come back into shore with the proverbial tail between my legs and a Charlie Brown black cloud over my head.
The kids go home, Ryan and I are starving, and so we grab some lunch at my favorite dive bar. I'm sipping my Blue Moon and eating a steak sandwich when a big group of girls comes in with one older woman. The bartender leans over the bar to hug them, and they find the cook taking a break, and hug him. He comes behind the bar and sets up some shots, and suddenly I realize that the older woman's son OD'd and his funeral was yesterday.
And I feel like a complete asshole for moping all day over the most ridiculous, insignificant things. Like a really big asshole.
It just goes to show that when you think you have it bad, you probably have it pretty good.
So in the morning I wake up and tell Ryan to call his sister, because we're planning a beach day. Everyone at Ryan's parent's house is still sleeping, and says they will call us. I am sitting at my computer in my office IN MY ROBE when kids start running past the office's sliding glass windows to the front door. Thanks for the phone call! So I bolt upstairs to get ready, and Ryan and I scramble like crazy to pack towels, surfboards, wetsuits, dog gear, etc etc in 5 minutes while they are waiting in the car for us.
Once at the beach, Ryan realizes he didn't grab his wetsuit, so I go out into the water with a board by myself. And everyone is watching me from the shore, because I am a Wisconsin girl who doesn't really know what I'm doing, and I have possibly the worst surf session I've ever had. I'm paddling and going no where, I can't turn my board around in time, and I'm really embarrassed! I come back into shore with the proverbial tail between my legs and a Charlie Brown black cloud over my head.
The kids go home, Ryan and I are starving, and so we grab some lunch at my favorite dive bar. I'm sipping my Blue Moon and eating a steak sandwich when a big group of girls comes in with one older woman. The bartender leans over the bar to hug them, and they find the cook taking a break, and hug him. He comes behind the bar and sets up some shots, and suddenly I realize that the older woman's son OD'd and his funeral was yesterday.
And I feel like a complete asshole for moping all day over the most ridiculous, insignificant things. Like a really big asshole.
It just goes to show that when you think you have it bad, you probably have it pretty good.