I woke up exhausted and in pain today. I have not been sleeping well for the last 10 days or so. I had an appointment scheduled with my chiropractor, but was thinking seriously about canceling it and trying to get some sleep. But I knew that after getting the little one off to school, I would not be able to go back to sleep, so I pulled on some sweats, pulled my hair through the hole in the back of my Red Sox hat, put on some big sunglasses to hide my tired eyes and I went to my appointment. An hour and a half later, I left, rushing back to pick up the munchkin. Waiting for the elevator, another woman approached. She looked to be a few years older than me, with beautiful tight blond curls ringing her face angelically and wearing a lovely green sundress. She actually looked like an angel. She asked me how I was. For some reason, rather than give the usual obligatory, “fine thanks, and you?”, I said, “actually I’ve been better, but I plan on being better again soon.” I returned the question and she smiled, sadly and replied “the same.” I told her she looked lovely and she returned the compliment, but I laughed, knowing it wasn’t true. She said, “no you really do look beautiful.”
We stepped onto the elevator for our 2 floor ride down and she said, “I’ve made some very bad decisions lately.” She looked beyond sad. “I’ve made some bad choices too in my life”, I told her, “but I think that every decision I’ve ever made has brought me to just where I am supposed to be. For example, I have 3 amazing kids that I wouldn’t have if I hadn’t done everything exactly as I did.” She looked very thoughtful but didn’t utter another word. We got off the elevator in a parking garage, and as she started to walk to her car, she turned to me and said, “Thank you, you are an angel.” I think she really meant it.
After picking up all 3 kids from 3 different schools, I went to the gas station to fill my tank. I was still in my tired, haven’t showered yet, mommy uniform from earlier in the day. After starting to pump, I stood behind my car, swinging my arms and twisting my hips to try to stretch my back a little. A man walked by, after paying inside, back to his car. I noticed that he wore a Boston Bruins shirt. I love when I see Boston fans here in L.A. I always feel like I’ve run into a long lost friend. When he noticed me, he started to swing his arms, mocking me just a little. I pointed to my Red Sox cap and asked,”are you a fan?” He laughed and said, ‘the Sox crushed today, but no, actually, I am a Yankees fan.” Huh? With a puzzled look on my face I pointed to his shirt and asked “why?” “I lost a bet last year that the Yankees would end the year ahead of the Sox in the division. All year long, I have to wear Boston team clothing.” Wow, a Yankee fan that is a good sport. I began laughing, truly enjoying the moment. He laughed back and said, before getting into his car, “hey good luck this weekend.” The Sox are hosting the Yankees this weekend. I actually found myself telling him, “hey good luck to you too.”