A Little Inner Calm and Poise for Mizz Imperfection

So, yesterday I had just entered the gym . It was 6:15- much later than I usually go, and a different staff was working. One of them was Julie (very nice girl- I even voted her as my favorite staff), and the other one was Justin. Justin is a pretty nice guy. He is a chatty sort of person, and seems to know everyone who comes in. So yesterday I enter the building, drop the kids off at the daycare, and proceed onward, passing Julie and Justin. As is their habit, Julie first comments,"Wow, this is a lot later than you usually come in!", because we don't really know eachother that well and it seems like a nice safe thing to say. I ,as usual, mostly just smiled and muttered something unintelligible under my breath. Then Justin smiles and says,"Well, that is because it is MY shift *ah he he*". I know now he was joking. But I reverted to my top-form 8th grade stance by making my best scoffing noise (kinda like pssst) and looking Julie straight in the eye and saying , "Yeah, RIGHT", as only a person of my special social skills has mastered. I then walked on my merry way, confident I had handled the situation appropriately. As I entered the girl's locker room, it hit me that I had been... well... rude. It sorta crawled up my spine a little. Then it became a full-blown panic attack. I quickly changed into my exercise clothes and went to my eliptical machine back in the far corner. As I remembered my rudeness, I began to run a little harder on the machine. My stress-level kept me running frantically, moving up the intensity until I was a 9 (normally I am a firm 6 on the machine). I nearly collasped off of the machine after 30 minutes, but it said I had burned nearly as many calories in 30 minutes as I normally do in 40.

Why did I get so upset? I need to start controlling the voices in my head again.

Anyway, the moral of the story is, you have a crazy friend. But I'm nice and I smell good... and I can cook too. I could say more, but I have to fix dinner.

The End

ps... When I was leaving the building both Julie and Justin said were all chatty and nice again. All of that internal agony for nothing. Sheesh.

It's Just a Shirt

This morning while dropping my son off at school I saw something that cheered me into a blooming smile. We were almost to the drop-off door, and I had stopped to let the car ahead of us release it's kid to school. All of a sudden the mom driving the car (actually it was a blue SUV of some sort) hopped out to get something for her kid. What cheered me was that fact that she was only wearing a shirt. Sure, it was big and went to mid-thigh, but the fact is there was only a shirt. Barefoot. Maybe there were shorts under the shirt, maybe not, but I did not care. All of a sudden I felt pretty pulled together, even if I was still wearing my pajamas. My day was off to a head start in comparison to shirt-mom.

There is a lesson for me to learn here. That woman probably felt pretty embarrassed to get out of her car mostly naked (or maybe she is just an exhibitionist and completely enjoyed it, who knows), but she made a stranger feel a little better (even if it was just my desicion to wear some clothes to the school). I am divided about my lesson. It is either (1) Don't ever just wear a shirt to school and then get out of the car OR (2) If you ever forget to wear pants to school, don't be too hard on yourself. You may just cheer up the person in the car behind you.