One of Those Days

I know you've had them. The kind of day that nothing goes right? And no matter how hard you try not to get frustrated, well, you do?

So yesterday it started with the fact that I kept thinking it was Monday. The whole holiday weekend thing really threw me and I kept trying to get Monday stuff done, but would remember "No, it's Tuesday!" and get very stressed out because I was already a day behind. Now in all truthfulness I STAY behind, but still.

The first sign that it was going to be a bad day was when I walked into the kitchen and discovered that water from some unknown place upstairs had leaked and stained the kitchen ceiling. At the very least, the ceiling would need repainting. Forget the service call fee and the possibility that some major plumbing thing could be very wrong and costly- I AM GOING TO HAVE TO HAVE THE CEILING PAINTED AND WILL NEVER EVER BE ABLE TO AFFORD TO REPLACE THE TEAL COUNTERTOPS THAT I DETEST. Can you tell I have been struggling with these countertops for a while? And that every time we get close to thinking about replacing them the money has to be used for something else?And you also have to understand that we have just had the house painted, rotten wood repaired, five windows replaced and a new back door put in. Not that you can tell any of the above has occurred from the street. But it has. And it wasn't cheap. Next time you come over please comment on the lovely non-rotted window sills. It will make me feel much better.

So being that I was already under duress over the ceiling, I was much more stressed about leaving the house on time to get to my Bible Study class. Unfortunately, instead of heading straight to class w/S which is our normal Tuesday routine, we had to stop by E's school to return Lily Belle the guinea pig who had somehow found her way into our home for the weekend. Needless to say, after covering up guinea pig droppings with wood chips all weekend, not to mention trying to keep Lily Belle and ultra-hyper Maggie the schnoodle puppy apart for four days, I was ready to return her to her Kindergarten class owners.

Have you ever thought about how one would transport a guinea pig from point A to point B? Well in case you haven't, it is isn't always easy. And the Rubbermaid tub with all the guinea pig paraphernalia doesn't quite fit if you try to hold it in front of you while trying to go down the basement stairs. Especially while trying to balance a Bible Study bag, a three year old and her coat, two bags of guinea pig food tied up with ponytail holders because you couldn't find the twist ties that came home on Friday, and a Diet Coke. Because I can't leave home without a Diet Coke.

Unfortunately by the time we finally made it to the bottom of the stairs and said guinea pig was nice and snug in the back of the car, I had kind of forgotten about the Diet Coke. And the fact that I had stuck it inside my Bible Study bag. Open. And then bent down about four times to pick up something I'd dropped. With the Bible Study bag on my shoulder.

One would think things would start to look up at this point. After all, enough is enough with ceiling leaks and spilled Diet Coke and guinea pigs and everything. But sadly, the story does not end here. As a matter of fact the day was so long it felt as if it would NEVER end. Regardless, after I dug through the 4 foot tall mountain of clean laundry that hadn't been put away because I thought Tuesday was Monday, I turned on the iron to iron another shirt. Now my iron has issues because for some reason if you add water to it after it is ALREADY hot, then the steam turns to something akin to watery mud. And it stains. So out went the 2nd shirt of the day and I ended up in some black sweatpants and a sweatshirt which totally didn't bother me, but was totally out of place in my Bible Study class of precious women who must not have to drop guinea pigs off on their way.

The day got a little better for a while, but definitely went downhill again late in the afternoon when S decide to say "DAT IS SOOOOOOOOOO STUPID" about 30 times in the car in front of eight little girls I was taking home from an after-school Bible club. Besides the fact the I am the teacher and would hope that the girls would not hear my OWN child using three year old cuss words in the car, this was S's 2nd offense of the day using this same lovely term. So I told S that she was going to get sassy sauce when we got home. Please don't call DHR- it's just hot sauce on the tongue. But to say that S is less than thrilled about getting it is a gross understatement. So S begins to scream at the top of her lungs "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I NOT WANT SASSY SAUCE NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And I could go on and on. And she did go on and on. For approximately 20 minutes as I dropped each girl off and bid them a pleasant afternoon.

By the time I got home, gave the sassy sauce punishment, gave everybody showers in the one bathtub we don't think is leaking and cooked dinner, I was done!

D-O-N-E.

So today I start all over and am thankful for home warranties, forgiveness for frustrated Moms who ask for second chances and homes filled with love amidst the chaos. And I'm thankful for a God who just loves me...even me...despite the fact I am a total wreck at times.

Hope you have a great Wednesday that seems like Tuesday!

L