It's Not Selfishness, It's Self Preservation

Things have slowed down quite a bit at the hardware store, so much so that we have had to cut the hours the employees are working; it’s not an easy thing to do and I wish there were another way but, there isn’t, really.

With any luck, business will pick up again with the coming of spring but, in the meantime, I am working more hours a day which, is not a big deal except for the fact that it has forced me to re-evaluate my daily schedule once again and, let’s face it; I’m not the greatest at organizing my time as it is.

Generally speaking, when life throws these types of changes at me, one of the first things to go is my diet and exercise program, a fact that I am loathe to admit but, ‘tis true. This time, however, I have vowed to adhere to the Oxygen Mask School of Thought, that being; in the case of an emergency landing, able-bodied adults must take care of themselves before offering assistance to those who cannot help themselves and, by god, this time I am going to take care of my needs before I worry about the house, the cleaning, the groceries, dinner, homework, laundry, the baseball association, the Pee-Wee wrestling program, my up-coming woman’s club fundraiser, the pets and/or the husband (who can put on his own oxygen mask, see above).

It may sound selfish but, I also plan to subscribe to something an old philosopher once said: If momma ain’t happy, ain’t no one happy.

I think it was Confucius. Or, you know, Mark Twain.

Either way, I’m pulling on my mask first and I’m not going to feel guilty about it at all.

Really. I’m not.

Ok, I am but, I’m pretty sure I can live with it.