I got to school early, dressed all in ORANGE, since today was ORANGE DAY in the kindergarten.
I was setting up a painting table so that my Chili Peppers could express themselves through all things ORANGE....
and I accidently left the cap off the paint bottle. Later, distracted by the Chili Pepps, I placed the top ON the bottle, neglecting to twist it.
20 minutes later with 23 little Peppers surrounding me, we hunted for orange things around the class, I picked up the bottle of paint on a tray,
hit a tree stump bench
Pegging the legs of about 12 Peppers.
Other parts too.
Streaks of orange hair.
Spotted orange shoes.
Parent helpers just looked at me.
It was offically ORANGE day, let the fun begin.
The true test in being called a patient person is being able to laugh, brush your shoulders off(or wipe them off, in this case), and move on with your day...despite the 2 foot wide pool of orange paint sitting in the middle of your circle/carpet area.
Have I arrived? Only slightly. I'm still stewing about it obviously. However, it didn't ruin my day. Now I'm off to RUN TRACK and be a normal person. That's the beauty of my life!
What's really important?