John Noll is my hero for so many reasons, but one of them is that he always knows just what to say to make my day.
He could probably tell I was having a bad morning. Or maybe he was just talking to himself. Either way, it was just the advice I needed.
Last night the publisher of a magazine called to say that the 4 page article I turned in was now a 6 page article. Rewrites are needed by the end of the week. Which meant NOW, because I’m leaving on vacation tomorrow. (insert image of me pulling my hair out)
At midnight I woke up with a bad stomach ache that messed up my sleep for the rest of the night. (insert tiny violins playing)
This morning I was still afraid to eat, and really struggling to figure out how to finish all the items on my work list and my vacation list before we leave town. And Cate had the nerve to erase part of my vacation list on the chalkboard so she could draw a princess castle. We all know that nothing can happen if it’s not on a list! How will I possibly remember that we need to pack the clothes or put gas in the car???
About 5 minutes before we walked out the door, I found out it was picture day at school for the kids. (insert mental image of my kids looking like they should be on a welfare poster)
But then I remembered what John said about the taco, and it just all turned around.(well, first I thought about a 12 pack from Taco Bell–half crunchy and half soft, mmmm—-but then my stomach started hurting again, so I went back to the part about kicking this day’s ass.)
So I pulled a June Cleaver and quickly and cheerfully produced solid color shirts and jeans for every child. I even brushed Cate’s hair. (insert mental image of June Cleaver wearing my sweat pants and/or me wearing a June Cleaver dress) Picture day: conquered.
Then I came back and went through my magazine story paragraph by paragraph, adding nonsense and beauty until each one was longer and longer. Last minute work disaster: conquered.
I finished off a few other work obligations and deferred one large project until post-vacation. Work to-do list: conquered.
Now I’m off to clean my house so nobody thinks I’m a loser slob if I die on vacation and they have to go through my stuff. (I know I’m not the only one who thinks this–I’ve conducted a random survey, so don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean). Then I’ll conquer the laundry and pack and I’m out of here! (insert your plans to rob my house since I just announced on the internet that I’m leaving town).
Yes, my friends, I have kicked this day in the taco.
Thank you John Noll. As always, you rock. And mmmm, I’m starting to feel much better. I’m thinking it’d be cool if you brought home Taco Bell for dinner….