I leisurely get out of bed at 8:45, eat some breakfast and remember to check messages that have been on my phone since the day before. One of the messages is from my massage and chiropractic office, confirming my 10:30 appointment. Confused, I look at my calendar which says my appointment is at 9:30 as I had thought, and called the office to clarify. Of course, the message said the office was closed until 10, so I chalked it up to writing down the time wrong. Enjoying the extra hour I now had, I sat down to read a little more and play with Kai. At 9:45 my phone rings ... it was the receptionist at the massage and chiro office reminding me that I was missing my 9:30 appointment! I was SO frustrated! I had waited a month for this appointment, that I was now missing and would have to pay for, and it wasn't my error. Let's just say that the receptionist did not offer an apology, told me my massage therapist would call me back and still has not. Let's just say that I cannot even begin to pick up the phone yet to call the office again, because my blood is still boiling. I would like to take a moment here to say that normally this would not be such a big deal and I would let it go as a mistake, we all make them. I have been going to this office for almost 7 years and both my practitioners made house calls in my postpartum days. I love them. But this week, mid-report card writing, with a month long wait to get in on this particular day and who knows when the stars will align again for such a visit...I am still having difficulty letting it go.
Next piece of the day...my friend did not show up for lunch, which I drove out to Surrey for and awoke my toddler for from a rare-occurring nap. We sat calmly in the restaurant (yes, I did say restaurant, with my high-energy toddler) for half an hour until chaos broke loose. Due to another miscommunication, we had a quick visit, as my little one had run out of calm and resorted to climbing over my back and repeatedly running out the front rotating doors of the restaurant.
To top it off, we drove home in the snow, hit some ice going very slowly, the car brakes locked and I rear-ended a car. Attempting to be calm and act like this accident was no big deal in order to keep my son calm as well, I exchanged information with the other driver (who was very understanding) and we went on our way. As the car's brakes locked once more in the next block, and we all know how narrow the side roads get with parking on both sides, I decided it would be the best for my nerves and the car if we ended our driving journey there. So, we ended our adventurous day walking an hour home in the snow from where we had to leave the car.
Highlight of the story about to come...
The walk home was perfect calm.
Kai was so excited to play in the snow on our walk, with white flakes gently falling down. He jumped to make footprints, he ran and played and was having a splendid time. So I had one too. So many days are so busy with doing, and my son reminded me of the pleasure in just being. The quiet of the snow. The opportunity to take pictures. The time slowing down. Before I knew it, we were a block away from home and for the first time, Kai wanted to rest. So I bent down, picked up my son and cuddled him the rest of the way. Thank you Kai for again showing me the importance of enjoying the moment.
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