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I carried some carts into school today. They needed to be built, and there were people ready to build them. So I piled one box onto the other and walked to the door.
A kindergarten teacher yelled my name from the playground and asked me if I was going to be able to get the door.
See, earlier we had walked into school together. We had remarked, as I could remark every day, about how fast you have to go from unlocking the door over to the door before it locks again. It can be really tricky if you are holding a lot of things.
Of course, the only sane response to her inquiry from the playground was for me to lift the boxes higher, tell her I am, in fact, going to be able to get the door… and then sing, “I am woman! Hear me roar!” So, that’s what I did. Then, I leaned the boxes so one hand was free, unlocked the door and got in before it locked again. I’m a strong, capable single mom. I can do anything!
(Inside, I wanted to tell someone, “I carried the boxes.” But Patrick Swayze wasn’t around, and really. who else would I need to tell?)
Hours later, at home, I went into my powder room, looked up at the ceiling and saw one of those creepy crawly bazillion leg critters on the top of the wall.
I did not sing any songs. I did not feel strong or capable (although I did feel single!)
I left the room, closed the door, and wondered if I should vacuum it up. I didn’t want to do that for a couple of reasons. One, I think those bugs are actually good for the house. I just really don’t want to see them. (I definitely don’t want them crawling out of my laundry ever again either, just saying.) Secondly, if I vacuum it up, then it will just get stuck in the vacuum. I’ll have to put the vacuum outside, or maybe throw it away . . .
I don’t want to have to get a new vacuum.
So I decided I am just not going to use that bathroom, maybe ever again. That should be fine. The bug probably never wants to see me again either.
I can do hard things and all, but I’ve already done enough hard things this week. And, it’s only Tuesday. Plus, you know, win some, lose some.
On a Thought 
Yep, there’s a limit to how many hard things you should have to do in a day.
Glad you made it in the building with your arms full. Good idea on leaving that insect alone. Ugh. That gives me shivers. Then again, I’d be thinking about “where is it NOW?” for far too long. Here’s to a good day tomorrow!