Rollercoasters

Some days feel like an endless roller coaster ride. Today I had that fear/excitement stomach knot all day. FK fell Friday night while playing with friends but didn't say anything about it until Saturday morning. In the night she was complaining about her arm hurting - I thought growing pains (which she has had before in her legs). Saturday she wouldn't straighten it all day, complaining that it hurt too much. By dinner I was convinced it could well be broken and so after supper we went off to Emergency. A massive parking bill, three x-rays and three hours later she was declared fine. FK was very excited about her adventure and please no needles were involved and dragged her exhausted mother home.

To add to the stress I got a phone call right after lunch about a job interview. I was so stunned that a principal would call on a Saturday that I was barely coherent. I managed to ask for time to try to change my schedule around to accommodate the interview (which really meant letting my whole family down by post phoning our long weekend holiday plans) and getting her voicemail extension to leave a message to confirm the appointment for Monday. So I stewed (as I do) all day about how to handle this. Does she know I'm not on the "approved" list? Will she cancel the interview if I tell her at the beginning? Could this be it? What was the specific job I applied for at this school- classroom, rotation, part-time, or full-time? Why did I recycle that list I made? On and on it went all day.

So, after consulting various family and friends for the inevitable rounds of advice-seeking (another thing I do), I left a message that I hope was positive and honest. We'll see if I get a call Monday morning cancelling the interview.

These are the days when I think about Gumby and learning to be more flexible. I don't think there will ever be a time when I have learned to be flexible enough to deal with the roller coaster ride. Flexibility should definitely be a fruit of the Spirit.