I feel like Scarlett today…
Which scene?
Actually, the last one...
Scarlett: I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.
I was wide-awake at 4:00 a.m. I was startled within as I remembered something…Oh no! I forgot I was supposed to attend an important meeting…. yesterday. And then, somebody let me have it in the wee hours of a Saturday morning. Geesh! I had looked forward to sleeping in.
“I’m so dumb. Why, why didn’t I even glance at my calendar on my day off from work?
“Because, stupid, your work calendar is at the office….”
“Yes, but you knew about this meeting. Some one was driving over a hundred miles to meet with you about a very important aspect of your job.”
Thank God, I’m sure Chris showed up, I thought. He was supposed to meet me there, as well as everyone on the advisory board. I wonder if MaryEllen showed…. God, I hope so.”
“I wonder what they’re going to think of me now. I’m the coordinator of this project. I’m new on this job I’ve only met these people once…”
“Besides that…you’re fat. You’d better get on a diet!” (Maybe a big red “A” on my shirt would be appropriate.)
On and on it went until it was 5:00 a.m. Who’s talking in there? Whose voice is it? Well, actually, it’s mine. I’m beating myself up because I forgot about the meeting.
I did have a rather tough week, all the way around. In fact, the past month has been one dead-line after another, one meeting after another, one accident after another (2 deer with two different cars met death this past week), one refrigerator on the blink, a daughter-in-law experiencing labor of sorts, whether it’s the Braxton-Hicks kind or the real thing in slow motion ….one little two year old who’s trying real hard to go potty for grandma and who needs lots of attention while visiting…one irrationally angry, x-friend, who needed to unload on someone, (me) … one son happy about a possible job promotion…one special lunch when I surprised my daughter at her office in another city, one mother in law with sky high blood pressure calling every single day…. Another close friend announcing that she’s divorcing her husband of 30 years….and so it goes. Lot’s of reasons, but no excuse.
Again, what’s a Sister of Satin to do?
This one reached over and woke up her husband, telling him all about the missed meeting, the expectations of my boss, the guilt of not doing my job, and asking his professional advice.
“Go to back to sleep,” he said. “You can’t do anything about it right now. You put in your hours this week and working that extra day isn’t in your contract.”
“What contract,” I countered. “I don’t have a contract. It’s more like I agreed to take on all the responsibilities of my position when I was hired.” I mean, I am the “mother” of this project. I treat it like my own child.”
“I’m sure someone else showed up.” He said. “Besides, they could have called you.”
“No, I don’t think they have my home number.”
“Well, they would have called Nancy (our office receptionist).”
“No, Nancy was off yesterday. “My boss would have answered.”
“Look, a family thing came up and you had to take care of the baby. You can’t take care of anything until Monday.”
“Yeah”, I said. “Plus I was trying to deal with the car that got hit by a deer. At least my boss will be gone…he’s off all week for deer hunting.”
“Go back to sleep honey.”
“No, I’ve been awake for an hour and now I’m hungry. I’m getting up.”
Sitting in my favorite rocking chair, coffee and donut in hand, I read my morning devotional and grabbed my journal. Today’s message was written for me, years before I even needed it. I read:
Which scene?
Actually, the last one...
Scarlett: I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.
I was wide-awake at 4:00 a.m. I was startled within as I remembered something…Oh no! I forgot I was supposed to attend an important meeting…. yesterday. And then, somebody let me have it in the wee hours of a Saturday morning. Geesh! I had looked forward to sleeping in.
“I’m so dumb. Why, why didn’t I even glance at my calendar on my day off from work?
“Because, stupid, your work calendar is at the office….”
“Yes, but you knew about this meeting. Some one was driving over a hundred miles to meet with you about a very important aspect of your job.”
Thank God, I’m sure Chris showed up, I thought. He was supposed to meet me there, as well as everyone on the advisory board. I wonder if MaryEllen showed…. God, I hope so.”
“I wonder what they’re going to think of me now. I’m the coordinator of this project. I’m new on this job I’ve only met these people once…”
“Besides that…you’re fat. You’d better get on a diet!” (Maybe a big red “A” on my shirt would be appropriate.)
On and on it went until it was 5:00 a.m. Who’s talking in there? Whose voice is it? Well, actually, it’s mine. I’m beating myself up because I forgot about the meeting.
I did have a rather tough week, all the way around. In fact, the past month has been one dead-line after another, one meeting after another, one accident after another (2 deer with two different cars met death this past week), one refrigerator on the blink, a daughter-in-law experiencing labor of sorts, whether it’s the Braxton-Hicks kind or the real thing in slow motion ….one little two year old who’s trying real hard to go potty for grandma and who needs lots of attention while visiting…one irrationally angry, x-friend, who needed to unload on someone, (me) … one son happy about a possible job promotion…one special lunch when I surprised my daughter at her office in another city, one mother in law with sky high blood pressure calling every single day…. Another close friend announcing that she’s divorcing her husband of 30 years….and so it goes. Lot’s of reasons, but no excuse.
Again, what’s a Sister of Satin to do?
This one reached over and woke up her husband, telling him all about the missed meeting, the expectations of my boss, the guilt of not doing my job, and asking his professional advice.
“Go to back to sleep,” he said. “You can’t do anything about it right now. You put in your hours this week and working that extra day isn’t in your contract.”
“What contract,” I countered. “I don’t have a contract. It’s more like I agreed to take on all the responsibilities of my position when I was hired.” I mean, I am the “mother” of this project. I treat it like my own child.”
“I’m sure someone else showed up.” He said. “Besides, they could have called you.”
“No, I don’t think they have my home number.”
“Well, they would have called Nancy (our office receptionist).”
“No, Nancy was off yesterday. “My boss would have answered.”
“Look, a family thing came up and you had to take care of the baby. You can’t take care of anything until Monday.”
“Yeah”, I said. “Plus I was trying to deal with the car that got hit by a deer. At least my boss will be gone…he’s off all week for deer hunting.”
“Go back to sleep honey.”
“No, I’ve been awake for an hour and now I’m hungry. I’m getting up.”
Sitting in my favorite rocking chair, coffee and donut in hand, I read my morning devotional and grabbed my journal. Today’s message was written for me, years before I even needed it. I read:
"I can only deal with one day at a time.” “Today is only a small manageable segment of time in which our difficulties need not overwhelm us. This lifts from out hearts and minds the heavy weight of both past and future.” From: One day at a time.
With that in mind, I’m headed for the shower. I’m meeting a new friend this morning for antique shopping and a craft show.
Today I decided, will be a Sister of Scarlett day.
“After all... tomorrow is another day.”
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