Act 1
Sunday afternoon I decide to invest in the next 50 years of
my life (that’s right, I am living to 100) by hiring a leadership/life
coach. She does not come cheap, but I
reason (rationalize) the eventual pay-off
will cover it multi-fold.
Act 2
Monday afternoon, I take Alexander for an orthodontic
consult. The important word in that
sentence is CONSULT. In other words,
not one iota of work actually takes place – it is just an assessment of the
work that needs to be done.
Act 3
At the end of the 40 minute CONSULT, as I sign the credit
card slip for the equivalent of 2 ½ hours worth of coaching, I reverse my
Sunday decision. Like good mommies are
supposed to do, or so I’ve heard, I
prioritize my child’s needs over my own. Alexander will have a beautiful, white,
straight-toothed smile. In ten years
time, after we have paid off orthodontia bills, I will get my coach. It’s okay.
By my figuring that means I get to live till 110.
Footnote: Of course that is not Alexander. Number 1 - he doesn't have his braces yet. Number 2 - you know how protective he is of his image. This is some random (apparently masterful) boy taken from a google image search on boy and braces.
Sounds slightly familiar, although not quite. I remember that I had a choice of continuing to see my therapist (I think therapists were called psychiatrists in my day...) or having the house painted. That's why your mother is still such a whacko...but our yellow house was beautiful. So now you need to make your fortune from your blog site so that you can have your cake (Alexander's braces--Remember when Lane Reed had braces and suspected that if a plane flew over his school with a magnet half the class would be lifted by their braces out the windows) and eat it too (that Life Coach--Shall we talk about that when next we Skype? Friday?)
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