I took a free yoga class at our local community center the other night. I think it was Wednesday. Bug came with me and we walked there. She was annoyed that I made her walk but I feel silly driving anywhere within a ten minute walking radius. And me, being me, I was stressed the whole time that we would be late. This is a pet peeve of Bug’s: I am always stressing about being late.  I do it constantly. I think it’s a symptom of anxiety. I am never late (except when I show up at the wrong place, which I do frequently). It’s just a quirk I have. I stress so therefore I am not late.

We got there 15 minutes early but nobody was there. Then right about 7pm when the class was supposed to start, my friend who was meeting us there called to ask where were were. Wouldn’t you know it, we were at the wrong community center. Thankfully, the correct community center was only a block away. How many community centers does a neighborhood really need?! I don’t know. We ended up walking into the dimly lit yoga class late. Everyone was laying on the ground with their eyes closed. Battery-operated tea lights flickered around the perimeter of the small room. It was very peaceful and zen.  My friend and I and her daughter tried to quickly shuffle in and find spots to spread out our yoga mats between the resting bodies. Bug was stuck at the door taking off her doc martins that take forever to unlace.  It was too dark to see if anyone was giving us side-eye but I’m sure they were.

The class was nice and uneventful. It was very slow and deliberate and I felt like I was really unlocking my power to not have bad posture. Something I’m working on lately.

I only mention the class because I happened to take my wallet with me because I thought I might need my ID to fill out some kind of waiver or something. I didn’t need it after all but because I brought my wallet with me I then left it in my yoga bag with our towels and water bottle and yoga mats.  Of course I forgot to get my wallet out of the sack and put it back in my regular purse until the next morning when I was in the drive-thru at Carls Junior with Bug, with only ten minutes until the school bell rang.

How did I get in a drive-thru at Carl’s you might ask? I hate fast food.  It went something like this: Bug woke up extra early to have breakfast before school. I was about to make her something like pancakes or crepes but we were out of everything. No milk. No eggs. No nothing. So I thought, Why don’t we go to the local Middle Eastern Market and get crepes that we love so much? We had time. We were early!

We drove to the market and nobody was cooking anything. All the food court counters were full of empty metal holding dishes. I should have known. Middle Easterners don’t get up early. Our favorite crepe guy was there but he was cracking eggs into a giant bucket and seemed to pointedly not notice us. No crepes were going to get made in time before school started. So I told Bug we could just walk around the store and find something to eat. She had the whole store to pick from! Poptarts? Granola bars? An apple? Nope. Bug was not having it. This is the struggle we have. She wanted protein, not pastries or even a doughnut from the doughnut shop next door.  Nothing was making her happy and now she was starting to cry because she was hungry and she had gotten her hopes set on crepes.

By now I’m feeling pretty bad and desperate so I suggested Carl’s Junior, it’s right across the parking lot. There is nothing else we can get and still make it to school on time. She reluctantly settled on chicken tenders, fries and a chocolate shake. Not a bad breakfast! I would protest on how unhealthy it was but Bug has been skin and bones lately because she is growing so fast. I remember when I went through this stage at her age clearly. I was so self conscious of my knee bones being bigger than my legs. So I let her eat anything she wants these days. Bring on the calories, I say.

I think this is a problem with parents my age. We are so hopeful of saving our kids from the painful experiences that we went through that we end up spoiling our kids rotten and they struggle to handle problems on their own. This is something I’m trying to fix but I’m failing miserably at because I do silly things like offer to take my kid out to breakfast before school. And then I feel guilty because I can’t keep my word so I try even harder to fix the situation.

We pull up to the drive thru window and I’m fishing around in my purse looking desperately for my wallet. Then it hits me. It’s in my yoga bag, at home. I explain this to an exasperated wide-eyed Bug. The drive-through lady is putting together our order and I am hopelessly stuck. How did I get us in such a mess? I make a quick executive decision. We will be late for school.

I flag down the lady, ask her to hold our food and speed home to get my wallet.  We will just have a special mother daughter morning and I will NOT stress about it. I can’t send Bug to  school hungry, crying and really angry at me. I just can’t do it. It was bad enough I made her walk with me to yoga last night and stressed the whole time about being late.

So there we were in the car in the parking lot behind the Middle Eastern market.  Bug eating her fast food breakfast of champions while trucks backed up to the loading dock behind us, beeping their back-up indicators all around us. We joked about the amazing non-existent ocean view while gardeners blew our car with their two-stroke leaf blowers. It was a beautiful morning and Bug thanked me for not forcing her to walk into school with a greasy-smelling paper bag full of fast food. She was twenty minutes late to Science class. But at least she didn’t hate me as much as usual.

Remember Catiecake?   I never knew I would miss someone from the internet so much. She died last year and I find myself thinking about her and missing her regularly. I wasn’t even friends with her in real life and it’s not like we had a solid correspondence going or anything. It’s just that she used to write these really great lists of funny things and they always had me chuckling to myself because she was so relatable. She also had a wheaten so we often joked about my dog, Whiskey. Wheatens are one of a kind. So much trouble yet so cute about it.

Anyway, in the spirit of blogging every day (Who’s crazy idea was that?!!!) I thought I’d do a quick list.

Thing number one: I am reading “Forty Rules of Love: A Novel of Rumi” by Elif Shafak and I am thoroughly enjoying it. I don’t think I would have gotten it at all if I had read it a few years ago. Just little bits of Persian culture really go a long way now that I’ve immersed myself in Payam’s family. I can imagine the courtyards in the center of homes, the foods and even simple Arabic phrases… Things I would have never picked up on  back when I was just a white girl from the sticks. I’m actually quite taken with how the Turkish author writes about a housewife from North Hampton and describes her American life so easily. I could never write about a Turkish housewife. I’m going to have to study up on this author.

Payam’s brother gave me this book with instruction that I am to write a book report when I am done. I’m actually looking forward to writing a book report. That’s right up my alley! He used to make Payam write book reports for him when he was a boy (they are 10 years apart) and Payam resented it mightily. I think it’s hilarious and probably made Payam more interesting because of it.

Thing number two: We bought one of those magnetic poetry kits where you get a bunch of little word magnets and you can form sentences with them by rearranging the order. I thought it would be a fun activity for the kids, as we like to leave little jokes back and forth to each other. What I didn’t count on was that the magnetic poetry kit would be so sexual! Every other word suggested something and I was trying desperately hard to keep my mind out of the gutter! I swear it wasn’t me. So I asked Payam to order another set to make the poetry writing a little more age-appropriate. He bought the Edgar Allen Poe version so now we have dark depressing sensual poetry.

Thing number three: I’m plotting a big space-themed costume photoshoot. Usually I try to keep these projects on the down low until I get them completed and ready to hit the internet without a chance of someone copying my idea but that was before I was daily blogging and floundering around looking for something to write about.  As you can see from my banner, I’ve got a few ideas in mind. Right now I am working on “Space Kitty.” I’ve ordered glittery light up rain boots from amazon (what a godsend Amazon is) and some fuzzy galaxy fur from the fabric store. Did you know you can purchase fabric online and then go pick it up at the store later and skip the holiday lines? It’s brilliant! Anyway, I don’t have any idea how I’m going to sew a cat fur hat and wire up some kind of cat tail…I really hope I come up with something soon. And no, the pre-made space cat head won’t be part of my photoshoot.  I can’t cheat like that! I just bought that for Payam because it was like eleven bucks and hilarious.