Every Monday morning I think, “I can’t believe another week has come!” I roll out of bed and start trying to force my brain to remember what it is that I have to do this week. Orthodontist, groceries, school, chores….all rolled into one giant ball of stuff to do.
Last week the girls and I had a mah-velous time at the One Year Adventure Novel writer’s workshop. They are all three inspired to become better writers and keep practicing. Myself, I spent the week holed up in the hotel room working. I got caught up on a bunch of little things that had been bugging me for a while. I didn’t get it all done, but let’s be honest. I never do. I tend to be overly ambitious about what I can get done in a short period of time.
One night I decided my eyes were glazing over from staring at the computer screen, so I would go get myself some dinner at the Chipotle that had been calling me from across the highway. I could see it out my hotel window and could resist no longer. I needed to stretch anyway. When I walked in there was a line of people, so I stood there behind a man with a couple of kids when a woman came in and stood behind me. She was talking on her phone and her language was filthy. Swearing and gossip came spilling out over and over. I decided I didn’t want to get involved and kept my head low, pretending to be reading something on my phone. The man in front of me finally turned around and asked her to please talk more quietly (pointing to his children). Well, let me tell you, that rude telephone lady starts screaming obscenities at him and shocked us all. Swearing, asking him who does he think he is, etc. Then she said something no one could believe….the thing that made me get involved, “Why don’t you and this fat cow (meaning me) just mind your own &%$*# business?!” Oh no she did NOT just say that to me.
I turned around slowly and looked her in the eye. The whole place was E.F. Hutton silent for just a second. I always stop myself in moments like this. I was keenly aware that my response would be heard by everyone, so I didn’t want to do anything that would add to the situation. I just said, “I think you may be the rudest person I have ever seen,” and turned back around smiling at the 2 kids in front of me and told them that I feel sorry for people like her. Then she called me more names and that’s when the man in front of me stepped in and it got worse. That nasty woman was screaming words I never heard, but I’m sure they aren’t nice. By then the manager came over and told the lady to leave, which caused the whole place to erupt in applause.
“And that,” I thought, “Is what I get for trying to leave the hotel room.” No more of that thankyouverymuch. I’ll just stay in the room and eat the nasty Vienna sausage we brought just in case.
The trip seemed to end as quickly as it began and on Saturday we made the 13+ hour drive back home.
Isn’t it weird when you get home from a trip? In 5 minutes it’s as if you were never gone. I’m thrust right back into figuring out what we’re going to have for dinner. Goodbye quiet hotel room, hello houseful of kids.
I do love it. The kids, I mean. Not figuring out what to have for dinner. I do not love that.
On Sunday morning I waited to hear Levi awake then went into his room and grabbed him up and said, “Levi! I missed you SO much!!,” smothering him. He just pushed me away and said, “Mommy, I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow. I was going to watch a movie today.”
And that’s it folks. Back to normal.
Monday morning and I’m sitting here looking at the week’s calendar and glad to be home.
What did you do last week/weekend?