Staging a Do-Over

Have you ever had a night where you realize that your ears are plugging up and your nose is snotty and you feel that thing (you know the one) in the way-back of your throat? Have you lamented the dishes in the sink and the darks in the dryer, knowing full well that you just didn't have it in you to care?

Have you stood by the desk for a conversation with your husband, but over the course of the next sixty seconds did you find yourself sitting on the carpet, then laying on the carpet, then crying on the carpet?

You have?

Have you kicked yourself for saying no to a Polly Pocket cruise in the Barbie jeep? Have you felt the wind whip your thinning hair as you cruised full-throttle down and over the hill?

Have you wanted a make-over? A sleep-over? A take-over?

Have you wished for a do-over?

Me, too.

Here's what you do. You wake up (with puffy eyes) and you do the dang thing over. But with a twist.

You stack the deck in your favor, because when you're outnumbered by small people, you're the only one who can.

You think hard about the best case scenario. You understand that most things are not in your control. You know you're still the Boss, so you can't very well run off to the Bobbi Brown counter at Macy's. Not just yet. You can't lock the bedroom door and get lost in The Language of Flowers.


But you can spring for $1.07 of carbonated happiness then take a detour past the park. (Bonus! Your friends are there and they pretend not to notice that you look like you just rolled out of bed and into a hot mess.)









You can change the entire course of the Universe with 2 dollar-bin spray bottles.

You can choose to let a potty training "incident" (a repeat offender, but who's keeping score?) roll right off your back.


Listen, you can't go out for hot dogs. You just can't. You did that last night and no one wants to be that girl. But you can find last minute inspiration and cheap asparagus and make an on-the-fly Nicoise Cobb.

(You can choose to let it go when you realize while you're typing a blog post that you forget to add the kalamatas.)
 
You can kick-box PMS in the ever-loving teeth and give yourself some grace, because you might not be perfect and the darks might be wrinkled past redemption, but you are still able to see the beauty that is your life.

Today was an ordinary day.
Today was a beautiful, ordinary day.

Don'tcha think?