I woke up pissed off.
I don’t know if it is stress or PMS or what, but I woke up in a foul mood.
Last night I realized that if I was going to road trip to BlogHer again I would not be able to do my scheduled co-op day at the kids summer camp. It occurred to me that I was going to look like a giant asshole when I told people that while, yes, I have had the schedule for seven weeks now I didn’t know I was driving to Chicago until this week. I sent an e-mail to the entire mailing list anyway hoping that somebody could trade days with me or maybe I could even pay them to work on my co-op day.
When I feel like a jerk it makes me mean so I gave my mom a hard time on the phone. Then I felt like a bigger jerk wad so I was bossy and strict with the neighborhood kids.
Then I had a glitch with some forms and work and just as I was ready to completely snap I checked my e-mail and there was a message from a lady I barely know from my pre-school summer camp.
She said that she had helped out at the camp yesterday and she had such a great time with the kids that she would be happy to just take my day for fun.
The tone was infectious. She had such a wonderful time playing with her four year old at school that she couldn’t wait to help out in his class again. In addition, I now have a desperately needed extra day this week to get ready for my trip.
I’m not in a bad mood anymore.
I wonder if she knows that she literally made my day?
And should I take her flowers or a bottle of wine?