Rubber band theory

Greetings y'all ;

Yet another unexpected Robinson Boy Adventure today. I was scheduled to finally have my foot looked at today. Needless to say my little terra molta woke up early and going 1,000 mph.
I was worn out by 7am. That is not a good thing. Anyway- the poor little guy got stung by two yellow jackets last week in little side effect . Well apparently his sinus issues this week stemmed from a reaction to the stings. I thought I'd gotten the the stingers out last week. Much to my chagrin I did not. He scratched them this morning and the area got swollen and turned red. Poor little nemo.

I did see the Dr. about my foot but at the same time he was seen for the stings. Just can't keep us apart can ya ? The Dr. prescribed liquid prednisone. I prefer natural remedies but the swelling seemed bad and I want my poor junior mint to heal. We ended up spending close to two hours calling pharmacies to get it filled . We finally found it and drove to get it.

Naturally when we picked it up , it wasn't covered by insurance. Such is my luck. Of course we opted for back roads home. Which can only mean one thing . Anyone care to guess ? Well if you said the the GPS on the phone locked up and the phone battery decided to die you were right. Alas we got see a different part of our region. It was rather interesting.

We made it toy humble our abode. Xander was finally ready for his medicine. He took and and then decided to vomit it out. He didn't like the flavor. So a medicine I didn't want him to take , that I spent hours tracking down, drove a long distance to get and paid money I didn't really have was in his body for three seconds. There in lie the metaphor for my day.

I was not very congenial to my wee bonnie aching lad. I literally spent from 6:00 to 22:00 trying to get five minutes to catch my breathe and quiet my mind. I wanted to be strong and tender with him instead I was weak and gruff. I blame myself for not getting up at 4:30 and doing my morning meditations. I thought I could sleep until 6:00. I was wrong.

I have a bad habit of stretching myself to the breaking point. Picture, if you will a rubber band, streeeeetch it as far as it can go . Now there are two choices pull it and it breaks or relieve the pressure and it returns to its shape, it's elasticity, it's functional usability.i allowed myself to fall into the trap of the former rather quiet my mind and follow the latter path.

I can give plenty of excuses why I continue to not fall into the latter. Bottom line - suffering stems from holding onto expectations. I was quite rigid in what I thought ought to occur. I was selfish and did not follow the cues of the universe. The universe and I both know I'm not designed to feel as though I'm important enough to put myself first. Folks in not neither bragging not fussing. I just know how the universe works for me.

So I fell asleep typing this last evening. I was feeling sorry for myself, let's face it I'm pretty much a mench. So today is brand new day to embrace my place but more importantly to embrace the joy and wonder of my child. To remember to put him first.

Sorry son, sorry universe.

Thanks for listening folks.