The monks have it right. I mean, it seems much easier to expand consciousness without being married or having a child.
In the grocery store yesterday I practically had a conniption because my 12 year old daughter accused me of "always saying no" after I agreed to: buy her a re-usable mug, buy her sushi, buy a gift for the Office Manager at her school who is leaving for maternity leave, and buy several packets of protein mix for smoothies. My "no" was my answer to her request for nasal spray. I hadn't heard her complain once about nasal itch and I didn't want to spend another $12.
"Mom, why can't you ever say yes?" she asked.
"Are you kidding me?"
"No, mom. You're always like 'no, no, no' and I have no freedom."
What do I do with that? I'll tell you: my radar shrank faster than you can say Harry's Hot Dogs. All that was in this mom's radar was the word "ungrateful."
Then, there's my husband, who is sick and groaning all night and day about his fever. He recently had ACL replacement so I have exhausted my ability to channel the healing ministrations of Betsy Ross.
My radar? Pretty focused on "Get over yourself."
I'm not proud of either of these stories however I see no way out but through.
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