Today has been one of those days.*
One of those days…
When you’re coughing like an old woman with a pack-and-a-half-a-day habit. An old woman who’s run out Kleenex, further, and who must make do with toilet paper to keep up with all the blecky stuff her nose is producing.
One of those days…
When your daughter loses her first tooth at piano lessons and is pleased as punch. She shows it to the director of the studio, Sister Mary Strict, (not her real name), who exclaims, “And I’m sure a good family like yours doesn’t perpetuate a myth such as the tooth fairy!”
One of those days…
When your kids are off playing quietly for an hour and a half, at which point you discover the reason: they have emptied the laundry baskets of their contents (garments clean but as yet unfolded) and formed a mammoth burrow. I don’t know what part my Christmas ornaments played in this little game of make-believe, but they, too, were dug out of the closet and used as props.
One of those days…
When your oldest son rolls his eyes at you when asked to play the piano for your neighbor.
One of those days…
When you meet your husband at the door with a long list of complaints (because this is a man who ordinarily gives Vin Diesel a run for his money in the discipline department) and he looks back at you with bleary eyes. Ah, yes. He was up all night last night writing a presentation. He murmurs an order at the rug rats and they go do it. You find this even more annoying than their earlier disobedience.
One of those days…
When the best you can give your online friends is this:
A picture of a flat banana.
…and at this point I’ll take the laugh.
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*I tried to offer up today’s events for the boy in the post below, I really did. But the temptation remained, as it always does on a truly crappy day, to wonder, “Why would God want this?”
(Please note that I said temptation. Of course God wants our tribulations—the snottier and the naughtier, the better.)
OH DEAR … I think you may possibly have me beat (not that it is a competition).
I hear you, and I KNOW THOSE DAYS!
Lol, that is the kind of day we are having here too. You made me smile, and it helps me to remember that this too will pass. 🙂
Oh what a treat – I get to see sweet little Avila smiling at me! Kiss her for me and get some rest. They always listen better to Dad – trust me!
Sounds a little like my day, although I can’t put mine in a post! 🙂 You are so sweet, Margaret to offer up your sufferings for Briant and Tyler. It’s even better when after we have offered our sufferings it still feels like “a crappy day.” Truly, it is. better…God knows what He is doing.
God bless you, my dear!
Ugh! That definitely sounds like a doozy of a day. And I think Sister Mary Strict needs a good rap on the knuckles. Where is my ruler?
OHHHHHH, Margaret, hugs from up here! Wish I were closer I’d make you a meal and take your kids for the day. I do hope your night was better than your day and that today is better, how could it not be? I will be praying for you!
PS did your daughter get it when Sister Mary Strict said what she said, or did it go over her head? Did your others hear this too?
No, Jamie, thankfully Sister’s remark was more a part of the adult conversation going on…and (I’m sorry to say) after a point my kids just start to tune that out. They’re kids; they get antsy!
Sister’s “old school”. God love her; she runs a tight ship and a great studio. She’s just a little…strict, is all.
Hope you’re feeling better today, Margaret, and that it’s a nicer day than yesterday!
Congratulations on that missing tooth, too! Jonny lost one on Saturday…He made me pull it out. I hate loose teeth. They give me the willies. And he made me pull it out. Did I mention he made me pull it out? Fourth kid, first tooth extraction. I’m possibly scarred for life.
My Monday was pretty much like that too. Thank heavens, today has gone infinitely better 🙂
Sending hugs and prayers your way!
Jennie C, I share your pain _ I have four kids and have avoided ever pulling out a tooth. Makes me squirm.
I can deliver babies, no problem, but pull teeth ? No way !
Okay, now I’m feeling guilty because I was more than happy to yank that tooth! Am I the only obsessive/ compulsive picker/puller in the group? 🙂
I think you have just got the strongest stomach and bravest nerves of us all 🙂
No, you are not the only one, I love to pick/pull teeth, especially when they are just hanging there!! Fast and quick and it’s done!! They never let me do this though…
Dear Margaret, a few extra prayers for you tonight from California.
I know something that will make you feel infinitely better during days like these, and I hope to finish it’s review tomorrow. 🙂
Oh, Margaret, what a day! Thanks for turning your trials into prayers and laughs for your friends. You’re a treasure.
Sr. Mary Killjoy should MYOB. What a stinker! I hope you have 10 nice days to make up for that trying one! It’s good you found a little humor and joy in it. It gets us through, doesn’t it?
Nope, you’re definitely NOT the only picker/puller in this group. I hold the current title of worst picker in the family (of many, bad pickers). You should see my poor daughter’s nose when I get through with her. She looks worse than Rudolph and I know it’s wrong, but I just can’t ever let a blackhead be. Ever. Also, a loose tooth doesn’t stay that way long in this house. I’ve pulled almost every one and I’ve got every kid convinced that they are going to swallow it in their sleep if they don’t let me pull it. Yes, I freak them out to satisfy my sick need to pull/pick/fuss. I need help.