You know that little thing called "Life"...well, it's been kicking my ass lately. Between getting the house ready to list, starting a new job, dealing with my kiddos and their friends and all the drama that comes with, I feel like I haven't had time to breath in forever, let alone blog about it.
Yesterday was the last day of the "Random Acts of Kindness" week of my challenge. I must say...I didn't do so well :-( It's not like I wasn't nice, I just found it really hard to go out of my way to be extra nice. I always hold doors open, I often let other cars in front of me, and depending on my mood, I'll even stop for pedestrians who aren't at crosswalks. Seriously.....if you are 10 feet away from a crosswalk (or perceived crosswalk)....then WALK to it. Much easier to get cars to stop...
So I tried, I really did. I would have full intentions of helping old ladies with their groceries (never saw any), or waving cars ahead of me (no traffic). I had it in my head that I would buy coffee for anyone in behind me at Tim's, and seriously....all week, I was the last in line every morning, or twice there was nobody else there. I did by Timbits for the office on Friday though, so I guess that counts for something.
By the end of the week I was feeling pretty crappy about my challenge. Yoga suffered because of house chores, and the being nice suffered out of sheer luck, and the fact that I hardly left my house besides to go to and from work. I feel like I failed.
Then Saturday night hits, and I'm slammed in the face with dilemma on the year. Thirteen year old girl is at my house hanging out with my son (13) and his two friends. It's getting late, like the bonfire is out already late, so I tell her I'll drive her home. She made an off the cuff remark about dropping her on her doorstep until the morning when her mom gets home. I was like "HUH?"...what do you mean? Well, turns out Mommy is out partying for her birthday, the girl doesn't have a house key, thus no way to get in her house. It's now 11:30pm, and I have nowhere to drop off this girl.
.........Of course, we all know this could be the biggest scam this floozy is trying to pull just to hang out with the boys all night......but I have no way of verifying that. She has her sister's cell phone with mom's old cell number programmed. Has no clue what the new number is and has no way of getting ahold of anyway.....All BS....I have no clue? She seemed legit about it, so I give her the benefit of the doubt. First of all, we lay down the law that boys will be in the basement, she will be upstairs, we will be assigning an actual bedtime versus just falling asleep whenever, and we won't be going to bed til everyone is in la-la-land. After this, she still wants to stay, so I figure if she's willing to go to this length to lie then either home really sucks, or she's telling me the truth, or she's just a random teenage girl who's, well....being a teenage girl. (I used to pull the "sleeping at so-and-so's house".....then go elsewhere. Who didn't?!....ok, well some of you didn't, but I bet you thought about it)
Either way, executive decision is made...I'm NOT taking the chance of ditching her in her "worse than my neighbourhood" neighbourhood at midnight, on a Saturday night...while she's wearing short-shorts and a tank-top.
Then it sort of hits me....AHA....that counts as a random act of kindness right??
(Sidetrack...I accidentally just typed random act of violence...oops)
I didn't know what to do. So I just went with it. Everything worked out fine. The boys were all snoring by the time I went to sleep. I choose to believe her, and I choose to count that as a random act.
(Sidetrack...to add to my frustrating week, my computer broke, I decided to rip it apart, resulting in an ever more broken computer, so I'm typing this on my crappy, crappy, piece of crap blackberry...)
OMG...I'm so tired and broken down this week I really have to point to this ramble...seriously, I need a maid, a personal chef, a nanny, and chauffeur. Then maybe I'd have time to go to yoga and write a blog that makes sense...or at least more sense than this?
Bedtime!
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