You Wanna Talk About a Shitty Morning?!

You know those mornings. The ones when you’re running late, the “To Do” list before leaving keeps on getting added to and you start to feel a little over-stressed before the day has really begun. Ya, I had one of those mornings. My toddler is arguing with me yet again about the way something is done and then she gets distracted doing something totally different than I asked her to do to get ready for school. I’m making her breakfast, packing her lunch and getting all the outdoor clothing ready and labelled for her field trip while trying to quickly eat myself, finish my coffee and getting the shit scared out of me when my alarm ringtone blared on my phone.

Breathe.

Finally, we are able to make it out the door with a few minutes to spare before school starts. I open the car door, pull back the seat and as she climbs in, the door slips out of my hand, fully opens and smashes into my mother’s passenger side door.
Fuck!
The paint of my car came off on her door. Thankfully my door looks to be okay but there’s the tiniest mark of my paint on hers.

Dammit!

We were late so we had to go. We arrived at school just as the bell went off. No hug or kiss goodbye as she ran calling out her friends name that was entering the door. “Okay, bye! Have a great day!” I yelled out but I didn’t even get a glance back. At least I got her here and she has everything she needed to go. Whew.

I got back in my car and took a breath. I put on a song that would help deflate the crappiness of the morning. I drove and headed back home feeling terrible I marked her car. I had to tell her. As I arrived and walked in the house, she was in the kitchen. “I hit your car. I’m really sorry. It was an accident. My door slipped out of my hand and it was just close enough to hit your door. It didn’t dent and it’s super small but you can see it. What do you want me to do?” “Buy me a new car,” she said jokingly but not so jokingly either. “That’s not happening. When you go look at it later, don’t wear your glasses and I’m sure you won’t see it,” I said smiling.

I needed to take my pup on a quick walk before starting to work. I got him ready and headed out the door. We didn’t get far before he stopped to poop. I got the baggy ready to pick it up when he finished. As he moved away, I moved towards it, leaned down and picked it up. I walk back towards the sidewalk when I noticed something was stuck to my bootie.

Shit.

It was dog shit. Probably his. “Seriously?!?” I said aloud and then began to laugh. How could I not? I was having a shitty morning and it wasn’t until that moment, literally stepping IN shit that I realized I’m being silly and these minor inconveniences of stress aren’t really anything to bat an eye over. This is the, “Get over yourself,” moment that I needed and basically get told to get on with my day. I’m lucky to be me with these stupid, inconsequential problems I’m experiencing.

So yes, sometimes you need to step in shit to remind you of that.

My message was clear from the Universe, “Yes Robin, we CAN make your morning shittier.”

Jokes on them when I have a great sense of humour!