If looks could kill, you think I just destroyed my netbook (my freelance Work-At-Home Mom lifeline.)I bury my head into my hands, elbows planted on the kitchen table in front of my dead, pink netbook.
At the opposite end of the table is my one-year-old finishing her toast. Her older sister, by two years, is playing a few feet away in her pajamas. This is normally my golden half – hour to work and to send off my writings to my clients back east.
My anxiety is roasting to maximum when I get off the phone with the big box retailer from where I purchased the unit. I have to bring it in. They were not able to help me over the phone. A glance at the clock over the table I realize I will need to rush my youngsters through the morning rituals to get out of the house.
It is poetic irony that there are dark clouds overhead and I have no car. Due to an accident weeks ago I am without wheels. So I will have to pack up the double stroller, and head up the road to walk the distance to get my computer fixed if I have any hope to finish my work.
We make it to the store dry. After a few tense moments with the technicians they tell me I need to bring in the router. It is nestled at home miles away. My anger at this insane situation reminds me to breathe. It is out of my control. My cheeks remain burning with aggravation at the days just begun.
I am carless and computer less.
I bustle us out of the store and evaluate. Next door is a craft store. I whisk us inside to find a treat to take home. Each girl picks a coloring book and new markers. I eye the candy sitting there taunting me by the cashier. I know I deserve a mid-day treat. It is too early for wine. With my girls’ attention diverted to their new loot I slip a chocolate bar into the mix.
Just as we step out the door we hear a train whistle from the tracks behind the store. My three-year-old’s eyes light up and she breaks into a run. We get behind the store to see the larger-than-life locomotive.
My one-year-old asks for snack. I dish out her fish crackers and am ready to give my three-year-old her snack. She digs out of the shopping bag from the store- my chocolate bar. I watch in shock as she unwraps it and takes a big bite.
I feel the breeze from the fast train. I can smell the humid from the summer air. Watching the pure delight from my daughters is breath taking. We normally see trains when we are in the car.
The caboose passes us as my older girl tucks the wrapper in the stroller.
She turns to me with a big smile and says, “This is the best day ever.”
I return her smile without thinking and give her a big hug. She is right. In this day and age of modern technical distractions we need to unplug in real life. All it takes to remind me is a train and a chocolate bar.