Today we packed up all of our school stuff and went to the library. It's good to switch it up a bit. To round off the day, we did a Dewey Decimal Scavenger Hunt. I know it sounds really boring, but it really is so much fun. The kids were begging all day to do the scavenger hunt, so I used it as leverage all day to get them through their assignments. Let's call it their dewey reward.
We were in the 000 section, which contains unexplained phenomena, computer science, general information. We were learning to research and were looking for things such as: how many players there are on a hockey team, who was the 12th president, what is the capital of Syria, when did Pablo Picasso die?...
We were doing it and we were learning.
We were being quiet.
I noticed there was a man about 15 feet away from us on his computer. He began sighing heavily. At first I thought perhaps he was having trouble getting connected to the free library internet. But the sighing was SO exaggerated, I was worried that he was having some sort of asthma attack.
But we continued on with our learning. Because that's what we do. And that's what the PUBLIC library is for. That's what I pay my taxes for... so that I can go to the public library to teach my children if I so choose.
Then this 50ish kind of greasy mullet having, jean jacket wearing, troll, jumps up, slams his computer shut, yanks his power cord out of the wall, walks by, still SIGHING heavily, and stops to glare at me as we are sitting around a small table by the 000 section in the library.
As he walks off, I ask rather sing songily, "were we disturbing you?" Seriously, I wasn't meaning to be confrontational or rude. I really wondered. I can't imagine that talking quietly in the corner of a library 15 feet away from someone would elicit that type of response.
He walks back and gets in my face and screams, "Why yes, yes you were..."
Then he stomps off to the other side of the library, continuing to SIGH heavily.
This man had a serious SIGHING problem.
Really. Really? Really. How old are you?
My kids are looking at me for direction. Their mouths are agape. We are all silent.
Now feeling confrontational, I call out, still sing songily, "I'm sorry. I hope you don't find any children on that side of the library trying to learn. It's so annoying."
He said something else, which I'm glad I couldn't hear.
So now, we load up our stuff because I have allowed this a**hole to ruin our wonderful day. Excuse my language, but at the time, that's the nicest thing I could have called this man.
I seriously had to fight the urge to not jump on this man's back like a spider monkey. I don't consider myself to be confrontational, aggressive or argumentative, but it took every ounce of self-control I had to NOT get in this man's face and tell him exactly what I thought of him.
I know that there will be readers who think that's a horrible thing to say. It's a horrible thing to admit. I seriously don't consider myself to be agressive or confrontational, but I guess I'm also not afraid of my shadow or afraid to stand up for myself either. I credit where I work for developing this personality trait, and I usually consider it a good thing. Today, I was cursing it.
We drove home in silence. I was silent and imagining what it would have been like to have jumped on his back, pulling out his greasy mullet like my inner spider monkey wanted to...
Once we got home, I shared my story with a friend who had a similar anger control issue today, and I started to laugh. And laugh. And laugh. And laugh.
The kids and I started thinking and talking about what was going on in his man's life that would make him so very, very angry. We came up with several different scenarios one of which involved him losing his job at the manure factory...
And we considered the fact that we really don't know what's going on in his life. Just like we don't know what's going on in the personal life of that person who just cut you off in traffic, or the lady in the check out line who was rude, or that quiet kid on the soccer team... we just don't know what struggles other people have.
Justine puts her two cents worth in by saying, "I just don't think he likes your dewey decimal thing..."
We started talking about how important it is to not let your inner monkey out.
I told them.
I'm not going to pretend to be perfect, not to you and not to my kids.
I told them how angry I was. I told them how I wanted to lash out at that man. Ok, let's be honest, I basically wanted to assault him.
So then we talked about what I did to keep from doing that.
I prayed.
I counted to ten.
I prayed again.
I counted to twenty.
I prayed.
And I turned around and walked away.
We also talked about how important it is to have self-control. Even if you're a 50ish troll at the library irriated by 5 cute kids. It's not OK to treat people like that. It's not OK to behave like a 2 year old throwing a fit in public. It's not OK to do to anyone what that man did to us.
It really brought home the idea that the way we behave on our worst days tells the world who we are on our best days. It really gave credit to my ongoing lecture that learning to control your anger is one of the most important things you can learn.
I went through several different scenarios with the kids about how to "turn the other cheek." I gave them situations and they gave me the answers.
Finally, I said, "What if someone makes you made at soccer?"
Jack's response, "I'd slide tackle them..."
So... obviously we're still learning this very difficult, very frustrating lesson. And I have to admit, as we drove back by the library for soccer practice about 30 minutes later, I still wanted to stop and find that guy and tell him what I thought of him.
But I didn't. And that's the important thing.
And if I were to see that man tomorrow at the library, I will thank him for opening up that conversation.
We all learned so much at the library today... and some things weren't even on our assignment lists.
"You have heard that it was said, 'Eye for eye, and tooth for tooth.' But I tell you, do not resist an evil person. If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek also. And if anyone wants to sue you and take your shirt, hand over your coat as well."
Matthew 5:38-40
*text messages can convey such raw emotion
Message: "I'm gonna go lay in your bed and sob."
Reply: "Aww. That's so sad."
Message: "Kids are so happy we are home! I probably won't have time to sob... but I want to."
Reply: "Tell them I miss them."
Message: "I will. Have fun at Hogwarts."
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*just sharing a little mothering meltdown
Message: "Why can all 5 of my kids be within 5 feet of each other without acting like complete jerks?"
Message: "I mean can't. Geez. Sorry all the screaming and fighting is interferring with my thought processes..."
Reply: "Probably the same reason two of mine are the same way. I'd love to know the answer to that ? myself."
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*for those of you not blessed with gastrointestinal issues... IBS stands for irritable bowel syndrome.
Message: "IBS sucks."
Reply: "Actually it blows."
Message: "You're gross."
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*text messaging is a good way for me to share the good, the bad, the disgusting, and the hysterical.
Message: "Justine just got kicked in the face with a soccer ball... Her nose started bleeding and she's crying and blood snot is going every where. And she stops crying and says 'it looks like catalina.'"
Reply: "gross."
Reply: "And ouch."
Message: "She's begging me to take her to the hospital for an x ray."
Reply: "An xray! I have to say it again, she would."
__________________________________Message: "Where are you? I need you..."
Message: "I am sending the check for January vacation. Do I make it out to you or someone else? Sorry I haven't sent it to you yet... Is that why you're avoiding me?"Message: "I miss you."
Reply: "Sorry. Forgot my phone in the diaper bag. Thought I lost it once I realized I'd gone a whole day without texting."
Welcome back to another Not Me Monday created by MckMama!
I did not load up all of these bikes on the back of my car and then drive 20 mph across town, completely expecting one if not all of them to fall off at any minute.
I did not wave on the traffic behind me, simply wanting to spare their lives from what was sure to be a huge disaster caused by me.
My son did not fall in the freaking creek, even after I told him a million times to be careful.
I did not know full well that he would be the one to fall in the creek even after I told him a million times to be careful.
I definitely did not bake brownies and put birthday candles in them for my daughter's baby doll twins... Sam and MacKensa.
I did not allow her to use her tooth fairy money at the educational store to purchase Sam a musical clacker because she loves music, and a small animal figurine for MacKensa because she loves animals... OR is it the other way around?
I always forget...
I definitely did not make the entire household sing happy birthday to twins Sam and MacKensa just because it made Justine so incredibly happy.
My lovely husband did not give her a lecture on the finer points of parenting and let her know what a huge responsibility she has taken on with those twins.
I did not skip a morning soccer game to sleep after working all night and end up promising to cuddle these two plastic grandchildren.
Sam looks freaky doesn't she?
Or it that MacKensa?
I forget which one's which.
I did not miss my son's first goal of the season while I was catching a few hours of sleep after working all night.
It was not a tie-breaking goal for which everyone applauded and carried him around on their shoulders.
Nope.
Not me. I would never miss such a monumental moment in his short little life.
I definitely did not beat myself up over missing soccer games or vow to never miss a goal again... no matter how much sleep I've missed.
Have a great week not doing anything amazing!
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what's a text message Tuesday without another Justine quote?Message: "Justine starts drama classes tonight, and told Jeff her life was about to begin because she was becoming an actress."
Reply: "Awww. That's so cute."text messaging and gang signs help pass the time during a long trip to Chicago...
Message: "Jeff's trying to teach me how to do gang signs with my hands. Sadly, I'm dyslexic with my hands... I will never be able to join a gang."
Reply: "I'm good. I can do lots. I guess I'm cool enough to be a gang banger..."_________________________________________________
sometimes text messages share monumental moments in time...Reply: "Awww. Sweet Jo. Call if you need me."
________________________________________________sometimes text messages bring people together and hold others together. Without my text messaging support this weekend from my wonderful friends Grace and Jaclyn, saying goodbye to Jordan could have been really awful, but thankfully I had the support and laughs I needed.
I was reminded that the three of us, who had very similar beginnings, have become three strong, successful women with strong stories to share.
Thank you guys!
Message: "Celebrate for me, you and Jaclyn. 3 women who could have just ended up as statistics but actually pretty much kicked ass in life."
Reply: "AMEN."__________________________________________________
