There is this VERY brief moment in time. A moment that needs to be both savored and celebrated. It doesn’t come along very often and it only lasts a little while. It’s much like a comet…
Catching up on the laundry. Cheers my friends. I’m savoring this moment…if I’m lucky, it will last more than an hour.
Do you ever have one of those WOW moments? A moment when you can’t wait to get on every social media network and tell the world about it. Facebook, tweet, insta-everything. You’re just that amazed and excited. I had one of those moments today. I came home from work and my husband had cut the grass, fixed the gate (broken since the blizzard), cleaned up the house a bit. But that wasn’t my WOW moment.
I went into the bathroom and I could smell it. It’s not the vile thing you’re thinking. I could smell the toilet cleaner. MY HUSBAND CLEANED THE TOILET….without being ASKED! Just pinch me. Pinch me now. I wanted to shout from the rooftops. Run to the computer and announce how freaking fantabulous this was. I was so proud. My honey cleaned the toilet.
Sure. My hubby cleaned the toilet if squirting toilet cleaner in it and flushing constitutes cleaning. Damn.
Oh well. No complaints here…my gate is finally fixed.
It’s been one of those Mondays. The kind of day where you desperately want a do-over. The kind of day where you just want to get back in bed and hide under the covers.
My morning started exactly at 8:15. I would have thought this to be completely wonderful. My kids actually slept-in for once. Happy dance. But instead of the happy dance my heart jumped into my throat. We were supposed to be at the dentist for an 8:15 appointment. That’s how my day started. Not a great way to start the day. Luckily they had an open appointment at 10am.
Then it proceeded to get worse. Poor boy has a cavity…if that doesn’t make you feel like a mommy failure, what does?
Then there was the ride home listening to one child tell the other one how BAD cavities are and it’s going to hurt to get it filled, all the while the little one is sobbing in the backseat because I wouldn’t get him a doughnut.
The weather is gloomy, hot, and humid…my plans for the zoo are out of the question so home bound we went. Of course because I am the one unlocking the door, Allie pees everywhere. EVERY TIME I COME HOME. She doesn’t do it for my husband, just me. I know I’m a pleasure to be around but must she pee in excitement every time? Not only did she get the floor (in more than one spot), but she managed to sprinkle her tinkle in the shoe tray as well. So much for the plans I had for my now much needed sanity run, I need to throw my shoes in the wash.
She’s lucky she’s cute!
I want to crawl under the covers, in my little sanctuary and forget the day happened. I know it’s not a completely horrible day and it could be a whole lot worse, but it’s just one of those days. The kind of day where I just divided the kids up and they’re either watching TV or playing video games for their own safety. If I hear them bicker about anything one more time I might snap. Time to go steam the floors…AGAIN.
Hope you’re all have a great Monday instead of wanting to pull the covers up over you head.