RANDOM RAMBLINGS

My schedule, my kids' schedules, my boss' schedule, deadlines, and an out of town husband, all of which can make for a very frustrating day. Yet, I rock on going about the business of it all and tending to the hustle and bustle of my day. I sat this morning at my desk with a banana in one hand and cup of tea in another, which comprised my breakfast. Fox News filled the screen of my phone, but was quickly shut down...too depressing with murders, fighting, and attacks around the world. Returning emails, phone calls, and paying bills clamored for my mind's attention, while it desired to be on other things...writing, vacationing, a home-bound husband. 

Sneak a peek at a blog, FB page, or twitter account here or there. A few notes jotted hurriedly and back to the reality of my day. My boss is somewhat off schedule because his interview appointment has not shown up...will I get a break or won't I? I don't know...fifteen minutes late and she arrives. A sweet reprieve in my day and for a moment at least I can take a break away from email, phones, and managing accounts and get lost in my own thoughts. I desire to be in another place and time, as long as it constitutes of having a laptop and my precious work nearby I will be content. A little Ledisi to help me chill and get in the groove of things...the soulful sounds of Yolanda Adams to bring me back to reality allowing me to be grateful for the blessings that I call family, home, work, and living.

The magic time of the day: 3:00 arrives and my day has ended...or has it. Not really it has just begun. The kids are calling they are home and informing me that projects are waiting to be done, homework assistance is needed and they are crying out what's for snack, what's for dinner. Then I am reminded I also have homework of my own to do...after all this week we have final exams. I feel the air being deflated again out of me as quickly as I had regained it. But as I ease out of the parking deck a dear friend calls to inform me they are playing Tupac on the radio all day. I switch to V-103 and bump him softly on the way home. I walk into the door to see the sweet faces of my babies who are ready to break out in an argument. Yeah projects must be done, homework awaits both me and them, dinner has yet to cooked, and hubby is out of town dealing with stresses of his own. But it can all wait for just a moment. I am going to lay back on my bed, chill and just be. And I recall my husband's voice "Chelle...believe in who you say you believe in." And all is right with the world again, because I'm God's Daughter...and my Father has me in the cradle of his arms.