Growing Pains

Lately I’ve had a series of seeming ‘mishaps’ occur in my life that feel like they’re testing my last strand of patience.    Each mishap alone seems trivial but bunched together in a short amount of time they have felt heavy, unfortunate and almost intolerable.    It all started so sweet and innocent.  A few months ago my husband and I with our then 4.5 month old moved to the suburbs…. horray!   We were/are delighted with the great find of a perfect home for us in an area that provides ample hiking, biking and SUNSHINE!!   Truly delightful after living in the city for 18+ years complaining about summer gloom EVERY year as if to experience the chill for the first time.   Anyhow, as I was saying – we now live in a fantastic home with ample square footage and wall space.    Needless to say, we have been on a mission to get our place furnished and decorated (easier said than done when you are caring for an infant – HA!)    Let’s just say ONE BABY STEP AT A TIME.    That said, my husband finally found the PERFECT couch for our place – beautiful chocolate brown, microsuede….  the perfect couch you don’t want your kids to spill on (that’s for another blog!).   So after the much anticipated wait of 4-6 weeks (of course it was closer to 6 weeks) it finally arrived!!  All was great until the delivery men left and I unwrapped the beaut only to find it is TOO long for our living room.    WHAT?!   Where did we go wrong and how who’s fault was/is this?    A week + later we are still trying to get to the bottom of this while working with a very resistant furniture company ….   unnecessary stress if you ask me.     I found myself feeling slighted, powerless and enraged.  I’ve since mellowed out and while consistently following up to right this wrong I’m also working hard to let go of the outcome…. VERY HARD for this perfectionist.

As if the couch mishap wasn’t enough to rattle my flow of ease and serenity (HA!) – in the subsequent weeks I managed to get a ticket while on my cell phone (I swear officer I RARELY do this….) none the less, there is a law against this and I still tend to think that the law doesn’t apply to me in most cases.    Very juvenile thinking ….  and unfortunately, not the truth.    Next, I misplaced my credit card, which I haven’t done in years …. and for the life of me I cannot recall where I placed it.   So… not only is it a pain to not have my credit card accessible to use but also it’s one more 1-800 call to make with options and waiting to reach a live voice so that I can cancel and re-order a new card.   UGH!    And then, the icing (or so I think/hope) is that I threw my back out …..  I cannot recall the last time I had this breath-taking kind of pain – well, aside from labor – and to complicate matters but I had my baby Carson to look after for the day while my back was out of commission.   NOT FUN OR EASY.   My poor baby was crying to be picked up and I would get half way down and with a loud “UUUUUH” get stuck and have to try position number two, then three and usually by the fourth attempt I could safely pick him up.    Talk about moving in slow motion…..   I think Carson even looked at me a couple times with an odd curiosity of what might be wrong with me that day.    As if that’s not enough, the chiropractic bill of a whopping $250 came at the end of two very QUICK adjustments.  OUCH on both accounts…..

It’s funny as I write this poor me, sad saga of mishaps I have to laugh….    it’s just kind of funny how things like this happen all at one time.    Just when I think I CANNOT handle one more thing going ‘wrong’ it does and I rise to the occasion and deal with it.   I grow, stretch, complain and move on.   It’s just life –   imperfect, funny and sometimes unfortunate with it’s timing.    In ten years these ‘mishaps’ won’t mean a thing – what will is that I have love, health and wonderful people surrounding me in my life.

Here’s to life – ordinary and splendid all in one gulp.

~ Nikki

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