I Get Knocked Down

Theme song: Chumbawumba covered They Might Be Giants style

"In light of my epistle yesterday about getting knocked down and getting back up over and over... this is my new theme song. And this version of this song." -- Anthony Deaver

Granted I don't know Anthony Deaver, but I agree, totally, with his sentiment. Plus, it cheered me up to see everyone in the studio laughing, dancing(Oxford-comma-because-it's-the-right-thing-to-do) and singing.

It can't be ignored that I have pre-divorce experience with whiskey (possibly spelled wrong) nights and Irish music.

Let's call it a belated St. Patrick's Day celebration, because I, thankfully, spent the 17th in bed reading to my lovely (part Irish) children.

Definitely crazybeautiful, by which I mean: the dark side of la vida single working mother.

In case none of this makes sense, here's what I'm talking about:

Friends, it's time to admit that I just narrowly escaped making the unmemorable memorable. Fortunately, when I was deciding whether to punch the computer, the children were at their Dad's house (more proof that divorce can be a good thing).

That's right. I really wanted, only escaped by the skin of my tired little teeth, to throw a fit because, after all, I accidentally erased or otherwise totally F'd up my brand new MailChimp newsletter template and, guess what?

I hate making mistakes.

A mistake, though, is what I made. Or, if it wasn't a mistake, it was a misunderstanding. One of life's little mishaps that, if you want to be happy, you can't take seriously.

Not only that, but it was the kind of mistake that, ultimately, is completely unimportant and won't be remembered beyond, maybe a day or two -- unless computers are punched. Then explanations must be made and memories tend to linger.

As my mom asks, "Did anyone lose an eye?"

I admit it: No. No one lost an eye and, yeah, it's not like I was running around the house with scissors (though, truth be told, if you'd been here you might've thought that is what what I was doing -- what with all the anger, blame, and self-recrimination I was doing).

Yep. For a few minutes I felt strongly that, all things being equal, punching the computer would be the best way to go. Since they are not equal, I somehow controlled myself and, boy, am I glad I did.

I chose to knock myself down and stay down in savasana for 10 minutes until I calmed down enough to get back up again.

Mature? Getting there.

Your Turn

When the going gets rough, how do you handle life's little setbacks?