If it could go wrong today, it did.
(Brace yourself for a big whiny post. Here it comes.)
- Jem slept on the floor next to the puppy’s kennel and woke up covered in hives. Is it dander or dirt or dust mites? (I don’t really want to know and yet, I do.)
- After giving Jem a large dose of Alavert and sticking him in the tub (at 10:00 a.m.), Cate came flouncing into the bathroom covered in paint. She was playing elevator (?) in the art closet (which is why I usually keep it locked) and accidentally (she claims) triggered the pump on a ½ gallon of blue tempera.
- Elody left a puddle on the floor, and then ran off with the paper towel that I used to clean it up. (You think that’s funny? You go take it out of her mouth, then!)
- I had no reasonably priced red wine to add to tonight’s beef stew and had to break into my husband’s fancy stash. (I got permission first.) There is something so not right about dumping a really nice Pinot Noir into a crock-pot.
- The stupid cork broke off in the bottle. (Are you enjoying this yet?)
- As I was reaching for the flour canister, I knocked over the butter dish and it broke. I am constantly breaking butter dishes. I think this is a sign that it’s time to diet.
- Elody mistook Angela for another puppy and got a little…frisky. Into the kennel went Elody and into my arms went Angela.
- Felicity came to the kitchen table. She created great art (knocking over a vase of water in the process) and left.
- Jem came into the kitchen and complained that he was thirsty. “Well, then, get yourself a glass of water, Honey,” I replied. (I added the “Honey” bit to mask my irritation.) He decided that was too much work and is currently sleeping with his head on the kitchen counter. At this rate it does not look like we will make it to choir at 5:15.
And so it goes. All in a day’s work, right? I’m thinking perhaps you’ve had a rough middle-of-the-week, also, and will be more than willing to commiserate. Or you’re just thinking that I’m a big whiny thing and should be thankful I’ve got a roof over my head and a meal on the table.
You’re right. I should be thankful. And at the very least—though this is not such a small thing, given the way the day’s gone—we got dessert made. (Courtesy of Danielle.)
Ad Jesum per Mariam,