Yoga and Floods

I failed myself one moment, elevated myself in another.

In the early morning while doing yoga my son interruped my flow (literally) to ask me if the milk was spoiled, could I please smell it.

My first thought was "Seriously, now?"

My second thought was - "I guess I was meant to be interrupted and see how I took that. If it wasn't him, it would have been something else."

And then I felt a twinge of guilt for my "give it to me -- it's fine." curt response.

Maybe next I'll accept the moment as it comes, embrace the messenger instead of killing it (or just shooing him away)

Later today I took my other son out of school for vision therapy. It's about 25 minutes away. As we pulled into the parking lot, I saw the whole office staff, doctor and therapist in their coats walking away. There was also a fire marshall SUV outside. I opened my window and asked what was going on.

Apparently, there was a huge flood in the basement (where the office is located), ankle-deep. All the services were out, they couldn't call anyone, and they were headed home.

I shocked myself by being fine. I didn't react at all, externally or internally. I just said, "Oh, ok, hope it all works out."

The Doctor was apologetic, the therapist (she's a character) was all cheery, "So nice of you to visit."

I continued through the parking lot, turned right around (actually, I made a left) and went home. No frustration, just acceptance. Did I make up for the morning? I don't know.

But interestingly, this month is unique financially, my husband developed a pinched nerve. He's been seeing a chiropractor, which is an added unanticipated expense for this month. My husband moved around the budget in the health category, making it work - and it did - ish - just.

He'd calculated that this vision therapy session would appear on this month's credit card statement. But it was cancelled, leaving us a little more wiggle room. Baruch Hashem. Hashem has ways of working things out, that we'd never consider.