Shit happens

It’s been a busy few weeks at Chez Vanne. Things have gone wrong — more wrong than usual. I won’t bother listing them because my bad luck (or bad judgment!) isn’t the point.

The point is how we REACT when things go wrong. Do you get upset, yell, carry on? Do you blame yourself and get depressed? Or do you say a few choice words under your breath and get busy solving the problem?

I assume you know which one I’m going to recommend.

We all have our go-to responses when life throws us a curveball, but they’re not often productive. My firstborn showed me what mine was when he dropped a toy and said his first words in front of my straight-laced mother-in-law:

“Oh, shit!”

I still cuss when I drop something but I like to think I have evolved from the young mom whose idea of a good coping skill was to have a melt down and then ignore the problem until it went away.

You know that never works, right? (Except when it does, but you can’t count on that.)

Like a popular bumper sticker back in my hippie days said:

SHIT HAPPENS

In other words, relax. As you get older, you begin to notice that you didn’t die the last hundred times something went wrong, and you probably won’t die this time either. (And if you do, at least you won’t have to fix the current problem.)

Now, go take care of that shit.

And if you need a helping hand, you know who to call.