Do you ever use the short-cut keys on your keyboard?
The control-whatever ones that save steps and time and make you feel like you’re a computer programmer.
Like control + B that makes everything bold.
Or control + I that makes everything italic.
Or control + U that underlines everything.
Or control + C for copy and control + V for paste and control + X for cut and control + K if you want to insert a hyperlink and control + home that goes to the beginning of the document and brings you back home.
Or my favorite of all favorites……
…..control + Z.
I use control + Z all the time.
Every. Single. Day.
It’s for when I’m typing an e-mail to someone and I’m trying to be extra funny and clever and I sit and think up amazing things to type and then just when I’m about to click send, I bump the keyboard and the entire funny, clever e-mail disappears and leaves a blinking cursor in its place.
I just click control + Z and the e-mail reappears.
Or when I’m typing a blog post and a comment from someone pops up on my screen and I start laughing so hard that little bits of coffee dribble down my chin and I put the coffee cup down right in the middle of the number section on the keyboard….
….and the blog post disappears from the screen.
I don’t panic.
I don’t worry or pull out my hair or sob or cry or pound the keyboard in despair.
I nonchalantly take another sip of coffee and press control + Z.
Control + Z is the best.
It’s like the friend you always wanted to listen to your troubles in times of need and let you cry on their shoulder and with a simple wave of their hand….
…..make everything better.
With a click of the keyboard all is exactly how it used to be.
All is right with the world.
Yesterday was the first day of school.
There was the normal running around and making sure we had perfectly straight hair with two bobby pins and our shorts were past our fingertips and packing up all the supplies and the standard, “I forgot I needed 2000 number two pencils and a coordinating Vera Bradley pencil container.”
It was rushed and hurried and overwhelming and busy…
…..and within minutes the bus had come and gone.
And in the silence I picked up the house and turned on Good Morning America for company.
I put away loads of laundry and towels.
I picked up Gatorade bottles and X-Box controllers from the living room.
I loaded the dishwasher and unloaded it and saved myself 10 minutes and loaded it up again.
And I cut hydrangea for the mantel in the living room and filled the rustic wooden planters on either side with as many blooms as I could fit.
Then I fluffed and rearranged and added cash boxes and a clock.
When I was finished, I stepped back then buried my nose into the middle of the flowers and took a giant whiff of that last, lingering smell of summer and wished it had never ended. I wished the house was full and people were asking me to go to the water park and could they play basketball and could we make chicken salad sandwiches with watermelon slices for lunch and have a day where technology left the building.
In the silence of those empty rooms, I wished with all my heart I could push control + Z and it would all be back the way it was.
Or I could close my eyes, wave my hand, click my heels and the keyboard….
…..and press control + home. 🙂