Another One of My Monthly Meetings

Another Tech Council Meeting, another burst of energy and effort to get it done, all for a meeting that didn't even last 45 minutes. I was not at all concerned that I hadn't finished my presentation by this morning, I knew I would get it done somehow. I had no doubt. And so I took Johnnie to school, walked him there and walked back to the car and went to work with hardly any stress at all actually. And by 10:30, I was done with my presentation and I was ready to go. Like I said... no doubt at all in my mind. Then came kind of a lunch with most of the people that were going to be in my meeting, which sort of happens because my meeting is right after lunch. And then I went through my stuff and in those 45 minutes, it actually was fairly impactful because I had 4 to-do items that came out of it for the group, biggest thing was that the announcement that the G Drive was once and for all going away. Talk about an institutional breakthrough that everyone just didn't want to deal with. This one's a biggie. And I am about to pull it off. Anyway, I thought I had a pretty productive 45 minute meeting. And then of course right after it, came a big sigh of relief that it was over. Especially since my boss, and 2 other bigwigs are calling it a week after today and taking off for the rest of the week. It was then that I realized that the MLK 3-day weekend is coming up! Yay! I cruised the rest of the way. And then it was already time to go home. 

 

This being Wednesday, of course it is Panda Express night and Johnnie was not only excited as he usually is when I come pick him up, he knew we would be eating out. I posted a pic of him eating the chocolate chip cookie... after already eating most of the teriyaki chicken. Not lost on me that while we were eating, this homeless man who smelled like he hadn't taken a shower/bath in forever came in, went to the trash can, used a used paper plate to scoop up food, used a used cup to get water and sat there and ate. I wondered to myself what this was reminding me of? Was I being reminded to be compassionate? To observe what I was feeling?  Did it have something to do with the life lesson I had just realized earlier in the day about my purpose? I'm supposed to help. I'm supposed to help connect. The last thing that man needed was to have me look down on him as if he wasn't human. But I'm also at a loss as to what I could do to help him. Something to ponder on to be sure, other than to consider myself really lucky that I don't have to do stuff that he had to do to get food and to provide for my son. When we went home, he immediately asked to do some of the homework that we had started to do every night from the sheet his teacher gave him. Tonight I chose the one about him making like Michelangelo painting in the Sistine Chapel, which is to say...  upside down. I taped a piece of paper under table, and gave him his pens and let him at it. I posted a pic of him doing his drawing... upside down. i THOUGHT it was pretty cool actually, that he did it, and that he actually finished a drawing that looked pretty good. And then he STILL wanted to do sight words after that. I wish he keeps up with his enthusiasm for learning. THAT is going to be a really big deal. Anyway, since he did so good with his lessons and with his homework how could I NOT let him watch whatever he wanted to watch? Besides, I needed him sufficiently distracted so I could pick my spots and go outside and do steps. I still managed to get to 11,000 but I didn't get done until almost 9 PM. By then he not only had some goodies and snacks but I had him drink 2 full glasses of milk too. Growing boy my son is. Tonight I actually was able to steer him away from the Magic School Bus to the old favorite TumbleLeaf on Amazon Prime and then while he played in the tub I actually got to watch an episode of Raising Dion. This was the series about a single mom who's son had "abilities"... telekinesis, teleportation and how she was dealing with her own fears while also keeping his son feeling safe. That's what parenting is about after all, making sure your child feels safe. Today Johnnie was and judging from how much fun he had in the tub and in the shower, I think he had a pretty good day. As did his dad really. Felt even more like routine tonight. And that is a very good thing as far as I'm concerned.