a few years ago i posted that my new year’s resolution was to
find my long lost tact.
update: still haven’t.
a brief moment as background for non-family…
{cc is in construction mgt.
we are here in the central coast for only 18 months
to finish this hospital that is due to finish in 5 weeks.}
things are tense because this deadline is going to be tough to meet, so everyone has been dreaming of christmas and a minute to breathe before the raging storm that will be january.
we stuck around through thanksgiving to ensure a good solid christmas break.
lo and behold, most everyone’s vacation time was yoinked for christmas.
cc will get 3-4 days instead of the nearly 2 weeks we have dreamt about all year.
no cabin, no week with family after the hullabaloo of christmas…
i wept.
then i got furious.
then cc told me we were going to a christmas party at the boss’s house.
the one who, to me, could only be known as scrooge.
and i with my positive, grateful-for-a-job husband, felt like bob cratchet’s wife.
i practiced my words carefully…
first thing he asked me when i saw him at his large house was
“so are you guys heading down for christmas?
big mistake…
{i was already on edge about the arrogant cop who pulled me over for no reason that morning and talked to me like i was an incoherent 5 year old…
unfortunately, i was a bit tactless in my dealings with him too…}
i tried to mix the humor with my rage so he could still hear how ticked i am about it…
lets say i think he picked up on it.
my blood boiled most of the night until we left.
we had a good time with all of the co-workers,
most of whom seemed a little more than peeved.
as we left, {the boss-man} finally announced to everyone that a lot of us will be leaving to the next site {san diego} in 6-8 weeks!!
{information we have been waiting to hear for months!}
the one glimmer of happiness.
i felt only slightly better to have aired my grievance, but
i would be lying if i said i didn’t feel like a crazy person.
i was trying to leave it all at home when we left for church yesterday,
and an inspiring mom breezed passed me with a huge grin on her face.
{she has a child with multiple disabilities and she missed a few events over the weekend because of some emergencies that came up.}
i asked her how she was doing and without a moment, she genuinely replied, “i’m great!” she bounced around continuing with her sunday duties without skipping a beat and said things had calmed at her house.
i told her how positive she was, and she just said with a grin, “i have to be.”
as she walked away, tears fell.
life is tough for most everyone i know these days and staying positive is the only thing that cures the “life-isn’t-what-i-want-it-to-be-right-now” blues.
her trial is one i don’t know i could handle half as well as she can.
she’s right though, i have to be positive.
its just going to take a little more work than i would like to admit…
and probably a lot more tact than i have at my house…
We all go through our trials- and it can be SO hard to be graceful about them…I know. Isn't it amazing when we find that glimmer of hope in people like this lady at your church- they give us all hope that we are all gonna be okay. 🙂
Wow. Exactly what I needed to hear right now…especially after my husband walked in on my Pity Party last week. Life isn't the easiest right now but sometimes all we can change about the situation is our attitude. Thank you. And yay for San Diego! We loved it last year and wish to go back. <br /><br />[put Sea Port Village on your To-Do List when you get down there!]
p.s. Boston is a Hunk!
I'm telling ya, sometimes, you just hit the nail right on the head with me.<br />It sucks having to be the strong, suck it up, put a smile on my face because there's nothing you can do about it, kind of wife (well in my case, almost wife). But it's times like those where it's almost 100x tougher to find POSITIVE in a situation and that's where I'm trying to be right now.