“Women are like tea bags — you don’t know their strength until they get into hot water.”6.45 AM : The prodigal son walks into the room and whispers rather loudly - Ma, I am awake what about you (well! now I am...awake and a little 😩...fighting a stomach bug!)
6.48 AM : Read my work emails and by the time I get to my personal mail , I see an email that my credit card had a $2000 charge at XXXX (hint : one of those retailers that had a huge data breach) which the credit card co. thought looked wrong and they flagged for me....hell yeah! that ain't me....a couple minutes later the credit card co. assured me I was covered and thanking the Artificial Intelligence Gods that ensured that these credit card co. were able to detect anomalies in patterns...I tried to bolster my inner goddess to get ready for the conference that was happening 30 miles away ( the stomach was still not cooperating...)
7.15 AM : Go downstairs and make my son a PBJ (with almond butter and homemade strawberry jam) for lunch and make his hot chocolate and my chai.
7.55 AM : work upstairs and give a time warning shout to the boys downstairs.
8.25 AM : Boys are out of the house, its a mad rush every.single.day...wonder why?
8.45 AM : Ready and out of the house on the way to the AI conference and then I see the dreaded sign below on my car - more on my car woes in a separate blog 😞
9.00 AM : Retrace my steps back home and call the car service center (mentally rationalize...I was feeling sick anyway!)
The rest of the morning and afternoon was a blur of activity when all the body wanted to do was rest...calls, emails, work, a zumba class and a trip out to the service center to drop off the car and pick the loaner car, the dinner run...my stomach still fighting it's own battle of will with my mind...
Ironically, it's International Women's Day today and the reality is its no different from any other day - I would rather have every day be a day where I strive to be a better version of myself, where I would be bold and question stereotypes and status-quo. I will be "strong" and rescue myself from proverbial hot situations and stretch myself and teach myself something new. In the wise words of the Cheetah Girls in the song "Cinderella" -
I can slay my own dragonI can dream my own dreamsMy knight in shining armor is meSo I'm gonna set me free, yeahI don't want to be like CinderellaSittin' in a dark cold dusty cellarWaitin' for somebody to come and set me free...
I'd rather rescue myself!
Right now I am resting my weary self with some "me-TV time" and a glass of wine (Ice Wine is my libation of choice - thank you very much!) and a slice of cake ( Red Velvet...not vanilla which is Prodigal Son's choice or chocolate which is what Dear Husband demands BUT Red Velvet for the lady of the house!)...and the stomach is feeling a little better (thank you for asking 😎 )...How is your week going?