Well, Morton’s salt was right.
Today was one of those days. We overslept. I bathed Baby #2 just in time to have her write all over herself (face included) with a black pen. A mom on the street groaned and rolled her eyes when I asked her if she liked the school that Baby #2 will be attending next year. I took that as a bad sign. I forgot to order supplies for the bakery, and then just when I thought it couldn’t get much worse, the mechanism that turns the paddle of my Kitchen Aid fell out of my mixer for absolutely no reason that I could see. Of course, the only way to get the mixer fixed is to ship it to Brooklyn and wait for weeks until it is shipped back. Between shipping and the cost of repairs, I am thinking it is time to buy a new mixer. It just wasn’t my day.
But this is not the end of the world. The mixer broke on the last batch of cookies that I needed to make, and there is a Kitchen Aid retailer two blocks away from here. I can get a new mixer tomorrow. Pen comes off with rubbing alcohol and we got to school on time. As for the nursery school, preschool is not state-mandated in NY, so we can just take Baby #2 out if we hate it. Out of adversity rises triumph, I suppose. I realized that I handled this situation in a far more grown-up way than I have in “crises” past. No panic. No wringing of the hands. No packing my bags to move out of the city as I did when Baby Mussolini was wait-listed at the first of the five preschools to which we applied. I have learned from experience that things work out. Sometimes they work out the way that I’ envision, and other times they work out better than I could have imagined. When things work out better, they are usually preceeded by disappointment on my end and a firm belief that the end of the world is upon me. And then, a month goes by and I realize that I was somehow saved from my own stupidity.
So, an unexpected expense has arisen, but in the end, I’ll probably end up with the Ferrari of mixers. What started off as a terrible day may just segue into a great one– I love new gadgets! As long as I don’t have to carry the new mixer to the bakery, everything will be fine.
Doesn’t that sound grown-up? I think so.