This weekend has been an emotional rollercoaster. I had to face my social anxiety head on yesterday. My kids talked me into coaching their basketball ball team this year. I was very hesitant about saying yes, but they are probably not going to play again after this year and I wanted to make it special.
The practices haven’t been bad up to this point. We meet, practice, I talk to the kids parents and we go home. Simple huh?
But, today I had to coach them through a game. A whole game. I haven’t sat or even watched a game since I played my last game in college. I never looked back, 15 years and never looked back.
So it’s been a bit emotional. Watching my girls place what could be their last, first game. My first game coaching….. Wow… Then my parents were both there, I watched my mom cry from the sidelines and I finally understood why she loved my games when I was young. From the perspective of being a mom I finally understand.
We traveled after the game to my niece’s birthday party, which my brother, and I’m not sure why, but they didn’t leave to travel to the destination we were at till it was time for the party to start. So it was nice of them to be an hour and a half late to chuckie cheese hell.
My god… That…. place…. sucks.
Hundreds of running children, stressed out parents chasing them and hateful employees dealing with them all. I wanted to run, hide, anything to get away. We were there for nearly four hours….FOUR….HOURS… In this mad house called hell… oh I’m sorry I mean Chuckie Cheese.
The last thirty minutes was pivotal I was dashing and diving trying to find my two girls, getting their tickets counted was, to say the least, a nightmare, and getting prizes picked out. Cheap ridiculous prizes of novelty.
I shamelessly attempted at one point, in the ten deep line to cash in tickets, to bribe my children with cash in exchange for their tickets. Apparently my $100 bill wasn’t as appealing as a sparkling ruler, fake tattoos and a sucker.
Alas I’m $200 dollars richer today than in my hasty attempt at departure nearly left me without last night.
I was so close to ripping someone’s head off, it was not my brightest moment with my family. I was snippy and just an out right arse hole.
I Thanked God so many times for getting me out of there and then remembered his verse he sent me at the cash register on Friday morning where we ate breakfast at the local diner. “Cast all your anxiety on me.” (Peter 5: 7-9) It says more than that but, I summarized it for you… You are more than welcome to look up the actual verse.
I may have remembered it a little late and realize it could have been helpful had I not been stressing so much. I would have definitely had much more fun if I were able to cast my anxiety aside.
Finally I make my way home and into today. First thing this morning, coffee pot broke, as if I can function without coffee. I walk to my parents… I’m drinking coffee… Dad walks in…
“Hey you see what I gave you?”
“Yea, brought you the first shotgun I ever gave your papaw.”
Waterworks… Crying…. Ugh…. Seriously… Coffee is half drunk…. Now full of tears…
“Uh no, Thanks Dad.”
I walk over to pretend to inspect the gun….A nice Winchester Shotgun…. As I am Choking back sobs. My mind is racing thinking of the significance that this gun symbolizes. Why is my dad distributing his possessions? Especially ones that was his father’s? I don’t ask, I try to regain my composure, coffee forgotten. Does he think he’s dying or something?!?!? He’s not dying…Good Lord I can’t handle the thought of my Dad dying. I can’t even face it… My chest gets tight… It hurts…
My daughter walks in saves me from speaking anymore.
I find my coffee as my dad is now distracted by my spawn. She’s already wild as a buck this morning. I stare at my coffee for a long time avoiding eye contact with anyone…. I come up with a plan to go out with my husband and escape the day.
I don’t think I can handle anymore surprises. I leave, walk back to my house, I trip because I’m clumsy… Seriously… Today is just not the end to my weekend that I desired.
Retail therapy helped… But not with what I need.
I might buy a puppy…. Train it to love on me when I cry. Is that even possible?
I don’t know… I’m rambling now… I guess better go to bed…
This message is unorganized… And rambles… I apologize now for whomever reads this….but my brain is off kilter at the moment.