It's really odd, though, because no one has called me back yet. Not Gail, not the secretary, not even the dog walker. But I'll wait.
Just like I'll wait for that lottery scratch-off ticket to one day show me I've won 10k along with my 99cent Diet Coke purchase.
Just like I'll wait for that extra writing job that will make me happier than my last in-office job and not break my spirit doing so. (Oh, yeah, last job... loved the people - most of them anyway, but the virtual paperwork was just not for me.)
Just like I'll wait for those five items I put up on Ebay to sell. It's a tough economy when a 99cent Polo shirt isn't grabbed quicker than a pole dancer at a half-off strip tease. (Dumbest analogy ever... moving on.)
I'll wait for the soup in the crock pot to soften my carrots and for the right amount of patience and prayer to soften my heart.
I'll wait for my husband to come home safely in our L.A. rainstorm (Calling Live Doppler 7000! People have to drive slower to jobs they hate and homes they can't stand! The tragedy!) I'll wait for kids to finish their 20 minutes of computer time and my mom to call me back about the Costco Run of 2010..
I figure if Hatian Mireille Ditmer can suffer several days under a collapsed building for light and sustenance to reach her, I can do the same for more trivial matters. Yup - even a buzz from Oprah editorial offices is trivial compared to other calamaties.
Now if you'll excuse me, the kids' timer is about to beep, which means my perspective is about to be shot to oblivion as I deep breathe my way through whining and fussing until bedtime.
Actually, it won't be that bad. I'm certain the madness, like my 99cent Store box cake last night, will be full of sprinkles in the form of "I love you's" and "You're the best mama ever!"
I can't promise the two snow seals above will lavish me with affection forever, but until they change their mind, I'll be, like Oprah's call, eagerly waiting.
What are you waiting for these days?
* Photo taken in Big Bear a few weeks back. It was my kids first time in snow. They loved sliding on their bellies, but after seeing kids with fancy sleds, they wanted some themselves. After all the Christmas excess, I told them that at least for a month they'd be... yup... waiting.