R is for running (it's not about running, it's about wingo)

Running is what I should be doing right now, before I shower, go to HEB for supplies for the school, go to work, go to the bank, back to HEB for stuff for dinner, come home by 3:00 to be here when Liam gets off the bus, help him with his homework if he needs it (he won't), make dinner, and finally do the thing I have been waiting for since last Tuesday, go to WINGO! As my life becomes more chaotic and stressful and upsetting, I have been clinging to this Tuesday tradition of Wingo, which is the chicken wing franchise known as Plucker's version of Bingo. This week will mark my 13th week in a row of attending this silly event. But, the social aspect, the potential for a free giant Plucker's mug, the fact that even though I am broker than I ever have been in my life, I can still go and play for free and drink 2$ Lone Stars and they give you the puzzle cap, it's all sort of a great equalizer. I mean, I know there are people who are in fact beyond broke, and would not be able to spend 10-15$ each week on cheap beer, and so in part it makes me feel more positive because as bad as I am perceiving things, I have not missed a Tuesday. I think another reason that Wingo has become such a comfort to me is that it is totally up to chance. Yes, I am 0-12 currently, but it's not my fault, it's not the caller's fault, it's just luck, and it feels amazing to have any aspect of my life be out of my hands, even just a game of chance once a week. You know how you wish you could just step back and let someone else take over? Well, for 90 minutes of my week, I can, and I am pretty sure it is what is keeping me sane. And I have to say, having a friend going through a divorce, one definitely getting the short end of the stick at her job, people with kids, someone who has to be married to me, all coming back every single week, I may not be the only person getting some therapy from a silly game, a 2$ beer, and 90 minutes of hopeful yet totally unimportant fun. See you at WINGO! But be forewarned, if you do show up, Wingo takes balls!