Stop it. It's Not Funny.

Those were the words that graced my ears this morning as I was sitting serenely at my desk, patiently waiting for the furor to subside. Maybe I had done a little 'poking' to deserve the look followed by the words "Stop it. It's not funny" Who me ?

It was quite good, actually, as it gave me the start to this post. Now, before I go any further, let me just add that I am a sympathetic person and do have moments when I can be serious, no really, I can. That said, my level of 'botheredness' is quite high and it takes a fair bit to reach.

The mornings, especially, are my favourite time. I am not one to 'get out of bed on the wrong side' The start of every day is like a birthday, full of excitement at what might lay ahead. Others seem to struggle a bit with that, oh well. For me, today was no different. By the time my wife was having her 'mini-meltdown' I was fully into my stride, although I had reached an impasse in regard to what my post was going to be about. I wasn't stuck for things to write about but hadn't made my mind up as to which was most suited for the start of the weekend.

Enter my good lady. You know when you can tell something is amiss, well I got that feeling. To her credit, she has got a busy day ahead. All dog rescue stuff, visits, adoptions and the like. Now me, I'm sat, fingers poised at the keyboard waiting for inspiration to flow. "Is there paper in the printer ?" Fingers move to check. "Yes there is". Poised again. "I need to print off some adoption forms, is there enough ?" check again. "Yes there is." Poised. Audible sigh. Still poised.

Can I just say at this point that this is not an uncommon occurrence for many of us. Being at a keyboard after months of the same does indeed denote the possibility of 'working'. Were any of us in an office then no one would be making a twenty mile round trip to pop in and ask if you'd seen the charger wire or their socks.

Poised ready again. "Can you unplug the charger wire please" Fingers move to unplug wire. Poised. "Is it unplugged ?" seat moves back, hands on lap. "Yes, you just need to pull it harder" Adjust seat, fingers poised.

Sigh."People, can't believe it" Turn to face the source of the anguished voice. By now, I am having a hard time keeping a straight face. Made worse because my own frustrations are not even registering. "Why's that ?"

"Well, I'm met to be meeting someone at the kennels at 9.30 and they've just messaged to say they're going to be an hour late, I've planned my whole day round this and now they're not going to be there when they said they would. If someone makes plans, why don't they stick to them ?"

A few huffs and puffs and she left the room, only to come back a couple of minutes later. I hadn't 'poised' again, I'd kind of thought I'd wait until a decision had been made as to what to do with this extra 45 minutes of time that had materialised. "Still here ?" I ventured, by now my smirk was a huge grin, just couldn't help myself. "Trying to get rid of me." came the reply.

"Of course not, just wondering what you're going to do with this extra time you now have. Isn't there a dog at the kennels that needs walking ?". No reply. I resumed my position and thought some more about what to write.

She finally left, not to long after, slightly frazzled but with a smile and my parting words "Now, you make sure you have a most wonderful day." What is, is.

Our days have the potential to derail the best laid plans. That is just the way life goes. We can 'roll with the punches' or decide to get wound up by them. Everything is relative to each individual and I would not be so presumptuous to lecture anyone on what is or isn't important enough to create a seismic disturbance in their emotional state.

Stuff happens and we each deal with it in our own way. My own take on things will be very different from yours, all I will say is that it is easy to get side-tracked by our emotions and this in turn can lead to us having a 'bad day'. As most of these annoyances are usually from external influences it makes one wonder why we allow them to have such power over us.

The day is young and the weekend in its infancy, here's to it being hugely enjoyable and maybe productive for us all.

Twack Romero