What is the issue exactly? Because according to my husband, I have lots of issues!
My issue is that I like to get things done…effectively and efficiently. It doesn’t sound so bad in theory, but in reality, can become an issue.
With relocation to a new city and a new job comes a mountain of logistics. I haven’t felt overwhelmed because it’s a matter of completing a task and taking it off the list.
Secure housing. Check.
Register Lexi for school. Check.
Open a new bank account. Check.
Prepare ourselves for another temporary relocation during the next month. Check.
Research new doctors, dentists, etc…Check, check, check.
Get Lexi’s first tooth to come out. Unchecked.
Unchecked! Inconceivable! (Sorry…just channeling The Princess Bride.) This tooth came loose on our last day in Memphis, which was a pretty special moment for our six-year-old since she was the last child standing in her class when it came to loose and missing teeth. I realize that it’s not a contest, but you all know that in the world of childhood, anything that makes you stand out becomes a potential self-conscious moment.
I had these expectations that the tooth would come out shortly thereafter, but we have crossed through 11 states since then and that tooth is determined to stay put. I promise that I don’t stay awake at night contemplating the workings of teeth and gums, but ever since Lexi and her Nana bought a tooth pillow to preserve it, this tooth has taken eminent status in our home.
It has not bothered Lexi either…until last night when I casually mentioned out loud that I hoped the tooth didn’t come out in her sleep because she might swallow it. Yes, you all have permission to give me the look- the “Did You Say That Out Loud” look. Hey, you’re talking to the same woman who once told her child not to move around in her sleep because the status electricity from her flannel pajamas could set her on fire.
So it was a longer night than it should have been because Lexi was determined to have the tooth out so she wouldn’t swallow it. And I really did try to pull it out, but it wasn’t ready. And I convinced her-and myself-that it will come out in its own time. There is no need to rush it, and my expectations that it would come out by now were unrealistic.
That’s the root of my issue. Unrealistic expectations. I would be so much more at peace most days at work and home if I could overcome my unrealistic expectations of myself and others.
I’ll get there though…one tooth at a time.