It's hard to get used to a lifestyle especially if the getting used to is mostly a battle between your mind and your body. Your body is needed to be at a specific place performing the specified tasks but your mind is wanting to do something else wandering out there... wanting to be somewhere, longing for the familiar faces. You are not able to do it, so your mind tells every single vein in your body to enjoy whatever it is that you are doing at that moment but the mind knows better... the mind knows that what it is telling the body is not that easy. The body responses and does what needs to be done accordingly and it feels anxious, nauseous, tense. The mind says, it is okay... you'll get through this one day at a time.

So I received a phone call and it was from Justin's school. "Hello, is this January? Justin is not feeling well. He is having stomach cramps. Can somebody come and pick him up?" And so off I went to get ready to pick up Justin and of course I had to take Jesse with me who was so comfortable on the bean bag lying down watching his favourite TV show at that time.

It snowed a bit last night so the road is a bit slippery, it is a bit cold and the sun was shining as I was pushing the stroller on the way. Could it be the cereals that he ate, the milk, or maybe he needed to go to the washroom but was shy to tell the teacher? I walked and pushed the stroller as fast as I could.
Finally, after about 8 or 10 minutes of walking, Jesse and I reached the school but I don't see Justin in the office where I was supposed to pick him up. I walked inside the office and greeted the lady who was by the copier, "Hi, I'm here to pick up Justin." The lady looked puzzled as I was, looked at the boy who was sitting, and said, "I called the wrong mother didn't I?"


And that's all I have to say about that. Well, lovely weather though. Today. ^_^

**written on my notebook on 09/18/09**

I was at Tim Horton's today. After having a small iced cappuccino and toasted "everything" bagel with herb and garlic cream cheese (my favorite), I had to go to the washroom. Thank goodness Tim Horton's has a family washroom because it is just so hard to urinate in a small toilet leaving the door halfway open so I can watch my baby and do my thing at the same time. Anyway, after answering to nature's call, I cleaned up and was on my way out of the family washroom when halfway to the door pushing the stroller out, a woman with a stroller bumped on us, leaving me knocking off her iced cappuccino from her cup holder. I was walking backwards because that's how we moms open the door (it is just easier to push the door open with our backs) . Anyway, good thing I was in a calm mood during the incident, hence the purpose of this note --> being patient.

I told her in a calm voice, you should have let me out first here, as I picked up her iced cappuccino (for some reason nothing spilled on the floor) in which she replied a simple "yeah" .

People should have faith that other people are kind and considerate and in doing so, patience will just come naturally. If that lady thought of me as someone who will help her get in the washroom and that I will hold the door for her, she would not have wasted time running to the door and knocking us. But instead, she only saw the door and the urgency that she has to have that door remained open so that it will be easy for her to get in. Yeah right!

And you all know how annoying it is in the subway right? Let the people get off first. Patience is useful. It is a virtue for a reason. But for me, patience, having it or lacking it can make or break your day. It is up to you.