Perspective

The worst morning ever...or not. We were running late this morning (as usual). The bus leaves at 6:46am and it was 6:43am. In my haste to get Jared to the bus, I almost ran over the crossing guard who was quick to blow her whistle, place her hands on her hips and give me the stink eye. I took my foot off the gas for a moment, but with the bus in sight I pressed on vowing to purchase the crossing guard a shiny reflective vest ensuring her future safety.

Jared throws me a quick goodbye as Gabe begins to cry because his pants are still damp from the dryer and they feel funny. I assure him they will dry, kiss him goodbye and wish him a good day as he exits the car.

Jacob who doesn't care for morning and rarely speaks before 10am unless directly spoken to, sits next to me with swollen eyes and a stuffy nose of what may be an oncoming cold.

What a HORRIBLE morning! Wait, wait, wait!!!!!!! Before I completely fell into the "woe is me" mentality, I came to my senses and looked on the bright side. I did not kill the crossing guard, Jared didn't miss the bus, Gabe's pants will dry within an hour, and Jacob can still breathe out of his right nostril.

It's so easy to think about everything wrong in life. With a little perspective the same situation can have a whole lot right. :)