"If your head was not attached to your neck," my mother would admonish me, "you would forget that too."
As a kid, I resented it. As an adult, I reluctantly admit it is true.
This morning, I did not feel well. I wanted to nap, but there was too much to do. I was busy with a thousand things when I realized that I had to get going or I would be late to the pool. I arrived, just minutes before my first class, and got a parking space right in front of the entrance (the first good thing that happened today). As I removed my keys from the ignition, I looked to my right and noticed... my pool bag was not there.
No pool bag = no swim suit = no lessons.
I had no choice; I had to go back home to get my pool bag.
I sent A into the pool, to tell my student. Then I pulled out of my perfect parking space, knowing that it would not be there when I returned.
I was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day!
What could I do? I called my sister.
Thank God for sisters!
She was having a pretty bad day too. But, after hearing about mine, she said "you win!" At least I made her smile (and maybe even feel better)!
My sister is a really good listener. She always knows just what to say!
I am a fixer. My sister is a listener. (You can't always fix things, but you can always listen. I can learn a lot from my sister.)
My sister listens... empathizes... and, when appropriate, laughs.
I felt much better when I got off the phone.
Alas, my day's mishaps were not yet over.
On the way home from the pool, I phoned my son at his friend's home, and instructed him to meet me on the corner.
A few minutes later, as I am driving down Derech Hevron, my daughter asked "why didn't you pick up MD?"
I could not believe that I forgot to pick him up!
My mother's words rang in my ears.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I think I lost my head in Australia.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
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