GBE2 Challenge: Surprises

If I may, I have a simple request for those of you around me: Please, no surprises.

That BM accident in the upstairs hallway? Yeah, that was a surprise.

That the culprit then urinated in his pants just after I cleaned up that BM accident--definitely a surprise.

That Target store symbol drawn on the wall in green marker? Surprise. What's next, Lord and Taylor?

Climbing out of the hole ripped in the screened in porch and bolting into the neighbor's house unannounced? Whew, that was QUITE a surprise.

And, no matter how many times it happens, every episode of screaming in unspecific pain comes as a sad surprise.

The public tantrums, everything involved with doctor's visits, sleepless nights, seeing someone run through the house with no clothes on, eating chalk, taping the dog, saying something inappropriate to strangers, blowing snot rockets, reactions to new medicines, aversions to food and, good gracious, new OCD behaviors coming out of the woodwork...

...you see, life is one gigantic surprise.

My plate is full, and, believe me, if there was anything I could do--wear the same lucky shirt every day, sleep with a bible under my pillow, chant, heck ANYTHING--I would do it without hesitation!

I yearn for CALM. A peaceful scene.

Instead, I trudge forward in chaos, hanging onto rare and sweet surprises like a content sigh, a belly laugh or a spontaneous kiss on the cheek (without spit, thank you).

For this, I take the bad with the good. Yet, I am certain, I'm on the fast track to the looney bin in my later years.