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,
I’m so sorry that elody is giving you such hard days. I’ll be in the area on Friday – anything you want me to do for you?
Sorry about your rough day. It must be going around!
My oldest breaks out in hives whenever he has a virus. Are you sure it is the dog?
P.S. I sure hope some of that fancy Pinot ended up somewhere useful, not just the crockpot!
Thank you for the suggestion, Matilda! Care to join me?
And Paula, you are more than welcome to come and be our own private dog whisperer. 🙂 Please don’t think that I am complaining about our pup in bitterness, though–she is a smart and healthy little gal, and is doing just what a puppy should be doing (to Angela’s dismay).
I’m finding your bad day hilarious, only because it’s you and not me. 🙂 Hope the evening goes better!
And to quot one of my favorite movies, “Office Space” it sounds lik you are having a case of the Mondays!
Do you at least get to enjoy the rest of the bottle wine with dinner?
OH MY GOODNESS! I can’t believe I didn’t check in sooner! I am SO happy to see that you are back! WHEE!
So sorry about your rough day!
What IS it about those darn butter dishes? I’m on #4 since we’ve lived in this house…. (6 years)
Hope you’re having a delightful, relaxing evening!
😉
Thank God the chocolate pudding was spared from becoming a casualty of the lunacy today!
Truly a sign of His love and care, don’t you think?! He knows how we need the chocolate… 🙂
Ok…I still don’t have your children’s online names straight and was under the impression that your child Elody was running around with a pee-soaked paper towel in her mouth. I was thinking, “Wow! That Margaret, she’s SO not into appearances. Good for her…I think?” Then I doubled over laughing when I realized that you were talking about your puppy. 🙂
So funny, Katherine!
Praying for you, M, and hoping that tomorrow will be more peaceful, or at least, less trying.
Who needs butter anyway?
I hear you, sister! I cleaned up two such puddles…one in front of the toilet and one from his brother on an upper bunk. See why I can’t get a puppy?! 🙂 I know that tomorrow must have a lovely treat in store for us…and I am grateful for my beloved puddle-makers 🙂
SB
Yeah, I can relate today. It seemed like everything I tried to do turned to…well…you know. When I finally got to checking my email, I turned around for a second and http://laurathecrazymama.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-of-those-days.html
happened.
I think we’re taking a field trip to the arboretum tomorrow. At least if there are disasters, they are not going to be in my house for a change!
Good grief! After all those challenges, you made homemade chocolate pudding! I am so un-domestic I didn’t even know there was such a thing as homemade chocolate pudding and I sure wouldn’t tackle it on a hard day. I am speechless in admiration!
I hate those kinds of days. How do Catholics explain those kinds of days? We can’t blame bad Karma. Maybe when we notice a pattern we should just go back to bed? Think we could talk the kids into starting over — the next day?
I’m laughing only because:
a. I’ve been there
b. you would want me to
c. Katherine, your take on it was hysterical
But, now the laughter has subsided, and I really, really hope today makes up for yesterday! Hugs to you ….
I am so happy you are back. I missed your humor amd writing!
It must be all the cloudy weather we are having. Really. It simply zaps my energy for these extra challenges. Come Holy Spirit and bring the sun back too!
Butter is good for you. I think it’s a sign that you need a butter tub.
Maybe, instead of dieting, you could get a plastic butter dish. It’s nice to have you back blogging again!