During one of our recent local theater (like the show, you know) adventures, I had to go to the bathroom SO BAD during the last ten minutes. (I shall try to remember NOT to buy and consume a large drink again.) But I held it like a pro. YAY for old bladders!
When the theater let out and the lights came up enough for me to not kill myself on the steps, I raced down the long hall to the bathroom...where I came to a screeching halt at the end of the long ladies' line.
Oh, man! Hurry UP people!
When it was finally my turn, I barely got my coat pulled up, my pants unbuttoned and unzipped before dropping to the toilet with a huge sigh of relief. I could hear my firey red-headed grandmother (yes, the same crookwardness one) saying, "I peed like a racehorse!" which was one of her favorite expressions for emergencies such as this. I grew up around a racetrack. Indeed that is a true comparison.
And so I went. And went. And WENT! Even though I'd had a large drink I started wondering, Where's it all coming from?!
I heard another stall door open, then hand washing and those LOUD hand dryers that scream at you through the walls.
And still, I went some more! And kept going! (Will I NEVER be gone?!)
And then Truth struck me: during the loud hand dryer blaring, someone(s) else(s) had entered a nearby stall(s) and started going. Um ... no, it wasn't ME still going, it was them. For how long? GOOD GRIEF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
While washing my hands and steadying myself to withstand the dryer blast I kept thinking, Where am I in my life that I misjudge who's "going" when I am one of the suspects?
I felt sure there was a hidden moral to this story, one that would become clear as I wrote my way to this point... ... ... as so often happens with TwinkleGrams: Something happens; I don't know what the lesson is; I sense TwinkleGram so I start writing and then the "point/lesson/etc" emerges ...
... ... ...
But ya know, sometimes things just don't go the way we imagine. Or Or plan. Or hear. Or no longer go at all! There is no Real Moral. The picture ends up cattywampus. The correction isn't easy. The clock keeps ticking. The lines are long. The bladder IS empty. Or full. Or whatever. At which point we have a decision to make: we're either going to get stuck in the trauma/drama/frustration of the moment or just let it go and move on.
And speaking of "let it go," years ago, when I took my grandgirlies to see FROZEN, I'd just purchased and downloaded an app recommended by a relative called RunPee. The app listed every movie and gave you the best time to hit the bathroom. It even explained what you'd miss while you were gone. (It also tells you whether to stay for the credits or not, for extra film clips.) I told the girls about it and explained to them, "When (someone) says (something), it's time to go." And so she said it, the girls sprang to attention, jumped up, took off their 3-D glasses, tossed them to me and started to scurry. I quietly and quickly said, "Do you HAVE to go?" The answer over the shoulder was "No, "but the app said." And away they went before I could explain, It. Was. An Option. One pair of glasses was never found so I lent mine and watched blurred lines the rest of the movie.
Nope, some things don't go the way we plan. Instructions and the obvious sometimes just aren't. "Let it go" and move on. You are in charge of your Christmas Spirit. Keep it glowing by NOT letting stupid Whatevers accumulate.
Peace and grins,
Charlene