I believe I have many positive qualities I bring to all of my relationships in my life, be they with my coworkers, friends, family, or a boyfriend. As we mature we refine our qualities and everyone in our life helps to either buff or hone those qualities as needed.
I think one key quality to any lasting relationship is the ability to compromise. And recently I’ve noticed a lot of compromising going on at my end of the relationship. A few examples:
It’s 10pm and I’m two hours away from home attending an all night, indoor softball tournament with my teenage daughter’s travel team. Our second game doesn’t start until 1:30am so I’m hanging out in the hotel lobby where most of the team and parents are staying.
I love people watching, and I especially love listening to the random snippets of conversation that flow my way:
“Look, Speedo Guy is back!”
“That Super Bowl commercial with the baby/monkey/dog face swap thingamabob creeped me out!”
“I ordered pasta and they gave me four orders of hot wings. I still don’t think this will fill me up.”
“You’re eating jalapenos? Third base is going to be napalmed tonight!”
(In a loud whisper) “Don’t get on the elevator with Speedo Guy!”
“Where’s Coach?” (Someone answers that he’s in the bathroom.) “Oh man, he’s gonna be gone for 20 minutes and I feel sorry for anyone who enters that bathroom now!”
“The whip cream tastes waxy.”
And something I didn’t expect to hear from my 15 year old daughter:
“I’m going to go heat up my coffee.”
It’s just the beginning of a long night. I think I’ll take my daughter’s lead and have another cup myself.
Background info: Due to an insensitive prick of an ex-boyfriend my indoor cats of six years became outdoor cats last year. Long story, will get to those rants another time. Also, J.B. Weld and I became intimately related during the Patio Door fiasco of 2010.
Today: The kids and I arrive home and unload ourselves from the car. Trinity heads upstairs when we all hear a very loud, “Meow!” Then I hear, “Holy cow! Mom, Curla is in the house!”
Since it was a gorgeous day we left a bunch of windows open – all of which are fully screened. Looking around I see this:
I tell the kids to stop looking for Cowin since he’s outside enjoying the work of his partner in crime. We boot Curla out of the house and while the kids eat the leftover tacos (leaving me NONE, the turds!) I pull up my big girl tool belt and tackle the screen repairs.
PS: I hope her claws are as shredded as my screen.