Relaxation A Beginning. I live in the land of stress. It is not a nice land…..lots of moles, vermin, sewage issues, etc. My Lady fusses at me all the time about my stress level and how much I take on. I mean, I care for her (I see that more as a privilege). Also, I have 7 kids.
There is one who is trying to find love and a job in her field. Oh, and one just left love and is heartbroken, as well as going to college. We have one in military school because of her behavior. Then there is one who is finding himself as a “man” and beginning to drive. Also, one with FASD and depression, along with learning disabilities. Another one who is hearing impaired. Lastly, we have one with ATLD.
A Bit More
I have my counseling I do, when I have the time, I have parents who I think/worry about, sibling issues, work issues, Big Daddy’s health stuff…..blah blah blah blah.
The first one, I experienced tonight! The weather is starting to turn, so it isn’t too hot and it isn’t too cool. My favorite times of the year. I love love LOVE to have my windows down when I drive. To hell with the snot that flings out my nose and hits the child in the seat behind me. To hell with the bird’s nest that resides in my hair and I cannot get a brush through it.
This is what happens when you get a bright idea to be a girl and curl your hair…using LOTS of hair products. This happens to be the same day that your daughter has therapy and it is one of those glorious cool/warm days when I drove 40 miles to the therapist office.
I got out of the car, with my daughter who never said a word. I walked into a room full of clients who are staring at me. My first thought was “I am on fire today and I look like a girl and they are all being jealous.” I smile…I go to sign the register. The receptionist looks at me and gasps. I smile and say “yep, I know you never see me looking all nice with my hair curled, so yes…it is still me…just with my hair done.”
She gives me this weird smile. We sit. Daughter does her school work and I decide to run to the bathroom…and this is what I found. This was the result of freshly fixed hair, lots of product, and my obsession with the window being down. “It’s All About Mary” came to mind. I about died. Died. I just about died. There was no laying this sucker down. Short of me sticking my head in the toilet to wet it…..I just decided to embrace it.
I Can’t Stop
As we were driving home from a family movie/dinner night…we rolled the windows down and I just sat there, with my eyes closed and the wind blowing in my face…I was at peace. I couldn’t hear the children because of the wind in my ears (and hearing loss LOL). I couldn’t see anything around me because it was dark. Just glorious wild wind. I’m glad Big Daddy was driving so I could enjoy the full scope of it all.
Try it sometime…..but carry a brush with ya 🙂