Humble Pie Tastes Disgusting...

& yet i seem to keep asking for seconds...
Friday was such a hilarious day. God took the whittle yet again to my pride & it was funny to watch.
Rewind to Wednesday... i'm still on my little exercise fling & so i rowed like crazy - my brother in law - (picture Mr. Incredible as a swarthy german & you'll get the picture) would be pleased to know that i also did some push ups and sit ups...
And then i showered...
Just kidding.
Thursday - i get up, put on my running shoes & get ready to run. It pours, but i wait, unshowered for it to clear so i can run. It snows, but i wait... i am kinda gross, but i really wanted to drop off a book for our pastor - (i know he has nothing better to do than read stuff that i think is important...) so i went to the church & dropped it off. i don't think he wrinkled his nose, but i can't be sure. i finally gave up on the weather & rowed again.
And then i showered...
Just kidding.
Friday dawns. i look in the mirror. i am a greaseball, but i'm planning on a very short run today so i figure, what's another hour before i get to shower?? i decide i want coffee first - & then you know how it goes, the phone rings, someone needs something... big girls get called to babysit... baby needs changing... i decide to drop everything & go for my run before i lose my babysitters. It was terrible, a soggy mess, but i feel kinda triumphant that i managed to go at all.
Home again & the doorbell rang. i contemplated hiding in the kitchen as i do sometimes - but decided against it at the last minute & put on my best, brave smile & greeted the lady who was picking up the girls.
As they shut the door, i looked around me.
The kitchen was a disaster - the girls' half finished breakfast lay on the table & there were crumbs, cereal & dishes all over the table. There were pokemon cards all over the living room floor & books spread all over the couch... and Gagey smelled funky. Weighing the importance of my options...
The shower won.
i took one step up the stairs & the door bell rang again.
If you can even imagine, it was my facilitator - here for our last meeting of the year! HA! Do you remember my post about my last facilitator meeting?? Honestly, i'm not usually this scatterbrained, but friday... ah yes - friday, i was (and, as it seems, every time i have a facilitator meeting)... At least i had all my questions, paperwork & plans ready - (our last meeting for the year, we always go over my plans for next year). She so graciously, and gently encouraged me. Then she quickly took all the notes that she needed & when i told her i had to take the kids to soccer soon, made our visit as short & painless as possible. i'm sure the floor felt crunchy under her feet & she had to push books out of the way to find a seat on the couch... but she didn't make me feel bad at all. She treated me like i was perfectly normal & didn't smell like i hadn't showered since Tuesday... But maybe Gagey's extremely funky smell at this point, masked my own earthy scent. Good stuff.
All in all, i'd say it was probably the perfect week for me to have switched to hemp all natural deoderant.
As soon as she left, i was so mortified, i couldn't shower until my main level was cleared of the rubble...
BUT, then i showered.
i really did.
Later, talking to Neil about my harried day - (he was in Edmonton all day golfing at a very important business meeting) i said, "But, what could i do?? i just had to take each thing as it came..." & he looked at me like i had antlers & said, "You could have been prepared.."
Ah, yes... but then again, my husband is never ridiculous...