The Gift of Perspective

The Gift of Perspective

With help from Frozen and Zero Help from Tim Curry

This weekend we had the managers party for Herzig Engineering at the Bristol in Power and Light. This is a classy type joint with fresh seafood flown in twice daily. To say I was looking forward to this was an understatement. I hadn't been out of the house in weeks and I am not sure I even still knew how to get dressed in something other than leggings and t shirts.  My hair was done, my makeup spot on, and I was wearing my favorite 4 inch heals which happened to be attached to a pair of hand made natural leather boots from New York.

I felt like a million bucks-ish.

The big kids were watching the little kids and I had an entire paper of rules and directions. This was fool proof. I was getting a night out and I was going to eat my favorite food to boot....as fresh seafood is still a thing of my Florida living dreams.

So we arrive and I am one glass of wine in and working through raw oysters and crab leg apps when I get a buzz on my phone. 

It is a text telling me that the farmhouse Mother-in-Law's quarters is flooding....FLOODING out the side.

How is this possible? It is winterized!!! IT is still on the market, but no one is looking at houses like that right now. What is going on!

Well we say our goodbyes, stare longingly at the bottles of wine and smells of all things lovely from the sea and head to the car. We make the hour long drive to Lathrop to discover, that indeed the basement of the MOL building is flooding out the side....like over 6 feet of water flooding!!!

So the hubs realizes that someone turned on the water spicket and just left it running....filling the basement submerging the hot water heater etc, and flowing out the sides of the building. Glorious. How long had this been going on. As I was clearly going to be zero help, I stood there in the waters, in the freezing weather, and lit a cigarette. 

Stephen being the industrious man that he is decided to turn the water off at the source. Of coarse he didn't have the tools we needed so we rolled in to the Dollar General right before closing time to pick up a screwdriver, a wrench, a bag of peanut M&Ms and a 4 pack or Reeses. We then made our way back to the farmhouse where it was noted that someone had also plowed down our mail box...ya know, but by this time that is small potatoes.

So Stephen is crawling around on the ground under the glow of the headlights and I am scanning our mail. Neither of us eating seafood.

Lucky for us this was a pretty easy fix ...we shall see about the recovery, and we head home defeated. His parents drop off out entrees at the house.

  the next day we had tickets for the Frozen Sing Along at the MegaScreen at Union Station as we are either the worlds best or dumbest parents. (It is like a live Rocky Horror Picture show without Tim Curry in drag, the drugs, drinking, and sex...and aliens). So we load up the car with the babies, Piper, Beck and his bestie (who is a girl) and head out. I am still wearing my leggings from the night before, so I throw on a Crushed Out t shirt, tell myself I am setting a trend with my mutilated post evening Mohawk and mascara remnants in the corner of my eyes.

We take our seats and the babies last about 20 minutes before Stephen is taking them into the train area and I am sitting there watching Frozen....for the millionth time in a sea of blue fluffy dresses and fake blond wigs.

It then dawns on me...if I had made it through dinner I would be doing this with a wine hangover and going all kung pow chicken on a bunch of kids.

Perspective.

The past was done, the future was unknown....but here and now was a gift, that is why it is called the present.

So I unwrapped that shit, and with a bunch of tiny child Elsas at the top of my lungs I LET IT GO.