All of us, without exception, I’m confident in saying, have said things we wished we hadn’t said, or wished we had rephrased, or wished we had thought about more before we said them. I remember many years ago when my older son was in high school and into his nascent rebellious stage, I got angry with him and snapped, “That does it! From now on, instead of sleeping late, you are going to start going to church with us again on Sundays.” “That’s just great, Mom,” this quick-witted son fired back. “Punish me with God!” The absurdity of what I’d said hit me immediately. Not that church isn’t a good thing; it wasn’t the right thing to say at that moment, in that situation.
If you’ve been reading my posts, you know I quite often write about my love of the YMCA, or the Y, as it is now called. One of the Fit Quest trainers there reads my posts and loves the ones about the Y because she believes so intensely in the Y’s mission. I jokingly said early this week, “I should be a spokesperson for the Y,” (you know what’s coming next), and she said, “As a matter of fact, we’re having a big meeting in June at our area headquarters with about one hundred people, and I’d love it if you could come and give an inspirational talk about what the Y means to you.” Picture me babbling and fumbling for words as I backpedal as fast as I can. (Don’t worry, Kara, I’ll be there if you still want me.)
That brings me to today. I went to Talbot’s this morning to see if they had a different size in the shirt my husband bought me for Mother’s Day to match the slacks he also purchased. The shirt actually fit fine, but I was concerned about shrinkage and wanted to see if they had another size. They didn’t, so I decided to keep the one I had, but since I was at the store already, I thought I might as well look around. I saw a great sweater that would compliment my new outfit, but I hesitated to buy it, even though it was on sale. Then I remembered what my husband said to me after I had picked out my Mother’s Day outfit last week and he asked me how much it had cost. When I told him, he said, “Wow! I got off cheap!” I bought the sweater. I’ll put it on his tab.