Monday wasn’t too much of a departure from most of my Mondays. I dragged myself out of bed and headed straight for the java.
I went to our office and caught up on some accounting. Do wha? Dusty, you actually go to an office? Yes.I.Do. As little as possible.
But, it was later where my day took quite the turn. I volunteered in John Henry’s classroom to help his teacher with centers time. One precious gift from God asked me if I was John Henry’s grandma. GRANDMA. I smirked at her as if we were both in the 8th grade and said, “Um, no. I’m his mother.”
I know you are, but what am I?
Then, I thought to myself, “Glad I’m not your mother.” (Sometimes, I tell the Holy Spirit, “Excuse me a minute while I take care of some fleshly business.”)
Then, another little short person stared at my hair. “That’s funny. You have brown underneath and blonde on top,” the darling said, as she continued to stroke my hair. “It’s kind of weird.”
Yeah, well, you’re weird.
Okay, I didn’t say that. That would just be cruel. I am the bigger person. Ahem.
On the way home, I informed John Henry of the two girls he wouldn’t be bringing home to meet the parents. He understood.
So, how do you handle criticism…or just downright meanness?
In my case, I put my hairstylist on speed dial, and thanked the good Lord my brother-in-law is Dr. Leiv Takle, ophthalmologist and ocular plastics surgeon extraordinaire. Looks like I’ll be needing those botox injections sooner than I thought.