Stop Being Dramatic!

24 Sep



*shoves Hello Kitty boombox in the corner*

I had a very bad morning.  Bad like, I wanted to get back in the bed.  I was thisclose to calling out because something said, “Gurl…don’t even step out the door, ” but I did and the hell commenced.  Things were going along pretty good at first, The Boy and The Girl got ready without incident and then we headed downstairs so I could make them breakfast.  Yes, I find time to scramble eggs and fry turkey bacon every morning, but don’t get it twisted.  It’s because I did it for the first day of school and now they expect it.  I hope this is remembered when they pick my nursing home.  Anyway, I go to change purses to match my shoes, and then I notice my debit card is gone.


I started to panic as I turned my dining room upside down.  When did I last have it?  How long has it been missing?  Has The Boy been playing “Airport” with my purses again?  I immediately hoped and prayed that my card was in my desk in my office.  Sorry kids, no scrambled eggs and turkey bacon this morning.  I sped to the daycare and I don’t even remember saying good bye (put a pin in that).  I burned up 495 getting to my office, I opened the drawer and….no card.  I began to sob like I was three years old and someone said I couldn’t come to “their birthday.”  Which if you know any three year-olds that is the equivalent to saying, “Ya Mama.” So I got on the phone with my bank cancelled my card and then they tell me that…..I can’t get another card for 7 days, 3 tops if I pay an additional 50 dollars.  But get this:  That three business days is three business days from processing which takes two days.  I know you are asking why I couldn’t just go to the branch and get my life.  Yeah, no, my bank has no branch in NOVA.  Which also meant I get paid Friday and would have no access to my money on payday and I have a mortgage payment due.  So by this point I am damn near hysterical and I have had no coffee.  Finally I get someone on the phone who can help and long story short, they can do a wire transfer (for a handsome fee) and all will be right with the world.  I went in my desk got a Coke and sat there crying some more about being mean to The Goons this morning and acting the ass on the phone.  Then I log on to FB and see where a friend of mine has had a major health crisis.  I immediately feel super stupid for acting like my lost debit card was the end of the world.  I am wall sliding like I am in an after school special and she is in the most positive and happy moods.  This threw things into perspective for me:  This debit card is not a big deal.  Not having my coffee was not a big deal.  If someone is going through something far more life changing than me having to wait three days for a card and can keep a positive attitude, so can I.  I thought about Iyanla Vanzant’s interview with Oprah (pre Fix My Life) and remembered when she spoke about grieving her daughters death.  She was laying around feeling sorry for herself and saying how she would just never recover and she heard a little voice say, “Stop being dramatic!” and she found the strength to move past that moment in her life.  Today was my “stop being dramatic” moment.  I’m alive.  I have kickass kids.  I have a career.  I’m in my right mind (90 percent of the time, up from 80 percent lol).  I have a lot to be grateful for and little bumps in the road don’t mean it’s the end of the road.


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