on being in control.

yesterday was one of those great days when i felt totally in control of things. the day flowed just right-- starting with a great training session at the gym, enjoying a book on tape both directions of my drive, a productive day of back to back meetings, interspersed with productive bursts of work, immediate action items, good team energy, even an outfit i felt pleased to wear. i got out of the office nearly on time, drove home, changed clothes, and headed out on a quick walk with the pup. dinner was already made (yay leftovers!) so the night was open. we came back for brett and headed over for some quality time with jen, al & OD. i mean, really. totally in control of my time and my day. it was great. i was already writing the blog post in my head of how wonderful it felt to feel on top of my game.

and then. while jenna and i chatted inside as she made dinner, and the boys hung out outside with an evening beer, our furry little friends played in a pile of fertilizer. [insert here the part where we try not to question what was going through the boys' heads when they deemed this an acceptable activity...]. before we knew it, jenna and i were greeted at the door by two soggy and smelly dogs. natural fertilizer = poop. and my goodness, did our little black dog smell like poop. so much so that i had to walk her home in the rain while brett drove his truck home, because there was no way she was riding inside. upon arriving home, i kept her on her leash all the way to the bathroom where brett scrubbed her diligently. after a good dry and plenty of pouting puppy, i deemed her too smelly still, and after dinner back in we went for round two of bathing. my day of feeling so incredibly in control was shattering, and yet the good fortune of the day stuck with me and i managed to laugh (generally) about the ridiculousness of the events and not get too stressed. it was as though the universe was tapping me on the shoulder, chuckling, and reminding me that in fact i don't get to control everything.