Metaphors.

If you want a snapshot of how my life is going lately, please consider this story:

This morning, I decided to not wear my contacts because my eyes felt a bit itchy and watery from fall allergies. And then, in my rush to delivery my youngest to middle school, I hurried out of the house without ever putting on my glasses…primarily because I just didn’t think about it. (As a side note, I could write a veritable novel about the struggle to arrive at school on the time when you live in the country and you have a dawdling teenager, but it would be 800 pages long and basically repeat itself over and over until both you and I are exhausted.)

10 minutes into our drive, I realized that I had NO CORRECTIVE LENSES ON AT ALL. Luckily for myself and all those others on the road, my prescription is exceptionally light (1.25) and so it wasn’t like tearing down the highway with no sight. After arriving at school three minutes before the morning bell (please reference above dawdling teen), and stopping for my mobile order Starbucks, I called Jeanne and asked her to go to my house and pick up my glasses before she came to PJP. This is where having your mother live across the road from you comes in handy.

Until she shows up with not one, but TWO pairs of Behind-The-Scenes Jason’s reading glasses…which most definitely aren’t my prescription glasses. She couldn’t remember what my glasses looked like and was presented by too many options when she peeked into our master bath and saw Jason’s reading glasses collection. And look, because a trip to retrieve the glasses would be 45 minutes round trip, I just ignored it and worked with 90% visibility, down from my preferred 100% visibility because we had a lot to do…and also, I’m lazy that way.

All in all, it’s a pretty good metaphor for how life is going in a new and busier store that is open six days a week…I’m struggling to keep up, but determined to let nothing get in my way. Yesterday, one of our food vendors shipped us three cases of Cream of Mushroom soup instead of three 50 pound bags of sugar and I WASN’T EVEN ANNOYED. Between you and me, I think I’ve ratcheted up an entrepreneurship level. What makes me super stabby now is so much more than missing glasses and soup…except for almost always being late to school drop off. Jeesh.