A Lot More Good

It’s been a rough one. I won’t get into too many boring details, but it’s been a swirling whirling hot mess of a day. I’m having trouble moving ahead on anything much, and had a major setback in The Great 2010-2011 After-School Babysitter Search, just 3 days before I need someone once again. I’m tense and tired, although a teensy bit of the tired feels good because I got up at 5 o’clock this morning to work out.

But mostly it’s not a good tired at all, and I’m heading into a long weekend where I’m working two out of the three days. Late this afternoon I was fighting tears as I logged back in to websites where I might find a babysitter willing and able to do the hours I need, for what felt like the fiftieth time. And may well have been. I looked around and saw kitchen counters piled high with dirty dishes, Valentine’s Day gifts, books, and random detritus. I’d been here all day and had not even unloaded last night’s dishes and reloaded it with the breakfast dishes. It was just a shitty day.

This evening, after getting the kids into their pajamas and seeing that they were calm, I took the dog out for a walk down to the beach. What I saw was amazing: a big, full moon over the lake with a beautiful reflection on the water. And right below the moon were at least six twinkling white lights spanning the sky: airplanes, waiting to land at O’Hare. They were perfectly spaced and appeared to be at a complete standstill in the air. Gradually, gracefully, the first one in line veered off and flew over the moonlit water. A few moments later the next one left the flock like a shooting star. But always there were more lights behind them. One after another.

I was struck by the neatness, the constancy, of this. It was in stark contrast to my chaotic, unpredictable day, and it was calming. I felt that I knew each of those shooting star airplanes, that they symbolized the constancy and love I have experienced amidst the chaos today:

One was the friend who reminded me that her house is a mess at the end of every week, and another was the friend who assured me that her bedroom was as disastrous as my kitchen.

The next was the friend who told me to order take-out for dinner at exactly the right moment.

Another was the dear one who told me to go ahead and let the kids fuss about tonight’s sleeping arrangements, that I am tired and should sleep in my room with my husband again for the first night in 10 days now that Baxter is doing much better. I love your boys, but let them cry, she said. I listened. She was right.

The next three gave me the gift of names and numbers of more local babysitters without being asked. They dug deep into their email archives and went back to old listservs to find them for me.

After that came the one who visualized a big glass of wine for me while I cruise babysitter ads on craigslist tonight, followed by the friends who simply felt my pain and commiserated.

Later I saw the light that was my husband, whose series of hilarious Twitter messages in which he pretended to be a flaky babysitting applicant brightened my afternoon considerably.

They just kept coming, in a steady stream of light.

When I got back home, the boys had climbed into our bed together and were playing a game called “Here’s what THAT felt like!” as they poked, hit, kicked, and pinched each other, laughing hysterically.

And the phrase that kept coming to mind was, There is more good than bad today. A lot more good.

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6 responses to “A Lot More Good

  1. This will hopefully amuse you rather than make you want to scream, but the google advert that popped up when I clicked over to your blog was an ad for babysitters!! Here’s a hug from NH, dear friend. Love you!

  2. Good luck finding a babysitter. I know it can be frustrating. If it helps, our local university offers babysitting lists — students sign up indicating their availability, experience, and contact information. The list is offered through the Human Resources department. Maybe you have a similar thing at one of your local colleges or universities?

  3. I do think we need to wallow a bit when things are hard, but being able to take a step back, to have that insight, to grab on to the good–well, that’s really what it’s all about.

    The babysitter thing is a tough one. I hope some of your new leads bring you a great candidate. Sending you good babysitting vibes and a big hug.

  4. What’s your twitter handle? I will follow you! 2pinklines

  5. Ugh. Crossing my fingers for you! Sounds like you have a great network around you and I hope it finds you the perfect babysitter. I hate days like that and feel strangely calmer about my kitchen now that I know about yours. Love to you.

  6. Oh, Jordan! I’m so sorry it’s been so challenging (what an understatement!) to find babysitters. Feeling good about and trusting in those who care for our most precious people is so vital in allowing us the space to focus on other things.

    I wish you much success, followed by a big glass of wine tonight, too! xo

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