Be careful what you wish for…
So I wake up a little tired this morning and slowly get
dressed and stagger down to the basement to get my morning cardio session in. I
am not a big fan of cardio but I do try to get it in every single day. I
wouldn’t say I ever “enjoy” cardio but some days it is a lot easier to
“tolerate” than others. I pop in the Insanity DVD that I have been doing and
get started. I am really struggling on this particular morning and think to
myself “I wish I didn’t have to do this today”.
I just start warming up and getting my sweat on and Alexis
comes downstairs. Now usually no one comes down to bother me while I am working
out. It’s not like a hard rule against it or anything I think it is more that
they really don’t want to see this sweaty old man killing himself.
Anyway, I could tell by her face that something was wrong,
really wrong. I pause the DVD and ask, “What’s up?”. She says, “Can you come up
here?”. I can tell she is about to cry. About one hundred things flood my mind
at this point. Terrorists in the house? Roof fell in? Heck, a tornado could
have ripped half the house away while I slept and I wouldn’t have noticed it
this morning when I staggered to the basement.
I follow her upstairs as she starts to explain that she was
leaving for school and crashed into our mailbox. I go outside and see that our
once bright, shiny, nice mailbox is lying on the ground mangled and demolished.
My first thought was “WTH! I can’t believe this! What were
you thinking?! You know how much work I went through to put that thing up?!”
You know, typical Dad stuff.
But honestly, Alexis is a very good “person”. I have to say
“person” because I have always called her a pretty good “kid”. Since she has
graduated high school and has moved on to college I am trying to refrain from
the “kid” tag.
So, as I was saying, Alexis is a good kid. Crap! I did it
again! Anyway, she was heading out to school and an unfortunate accident
happened and here I stand, holding the keys to the rest of her day in my mouth.
I could choose to send my daughter out into the cold cruel world crushed and
feeling horrible about herself or I could let her know that accidents happen
and that I love her and she should have a good day.
Actually, I have mad respect for the way she handled the
situation. When I was seventeen I have no doubt that if I had demolished a
mailbox I would have looked around and if no one saw me do it, I would have
sped away! Ha! I am not advocating that behavior at all!
I said, “Go on to school and I will take care of this”. And
I felt a lot better about myself as I spent the next two hours fixing the
mailbox.
So I took these tools:
And two hours of my time
To make this mailbox:
Look like this again:
And all is fine in the world.
You are awesome!!
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