“Mama Said There Would Be Days Like This”

You are just going to have to humor me for a few moments because if I don’t do something (ie. write) about this, I might just self combust (or worse yet, go off on my husband)! You know those days – the ones where you wonder why you got out of bed in the first place? The ones where you aren’t sure what God really is trying to teach you or if you are the right person for the job anyway? The ones where nothing, and I mean, NOTHING goes your way? Today is that day for me!

So I guess it would start about 24 hours ago. Weary from a day of taking Isaac out and about with me visiting people (great people I might add) I sat on the couch dreaming of putting my pj pants on and sitting quietly in front of my Scrabble games. However, I got a call from a good friend who was frantically trying to pull together a Christmas party (which I was a guest of) for tonight. Not wanting to be “that person” who is lazy and doesn’t help out and because I know if the roles were reversed she would do it for me in a heartbeat; I drug myself and Isaac out again so that we could help her out.

Normally none of this is a problem but for some reason Isaac decided not too much was going to make him happy. A little unnerving for me as he is a normally happy baby. Long story short on this one; I ended up helping the friend, having a few good laughs, but getting to bed MUCH too late for a mother who had to get up this morning to go to work. AND (this would be the start of the day gone wrong) the party was canceled because said friend had a mishap and was in bed with a backache all day (please pray for said friend – not easy with 2 little ones)!

So offense number 1 – stayed up late to prep for party that was BUST. Offense 2 – really BUSY day because I am trying to get a million things accomplished before I “leave” work and I am not so sure I will ever have enough time. Offense 3 – upon arriving home hubs and I decided that I would make my weekly CVS run (I had a coupon that expired today – DUH) and then run to Chipotle (said friend’s fault for putting the idea in my head earlier in the week). SSSSOOOOO, I poured over the CVS ad(s) figuring out the best scenario for getting the most for my money. I even planned 2 scenarios in the event they didn’t have the first thing I went for. NO DICE. They had neither. So I spent another 30 minutes wandering around the store and looking through coupons figuring out what I was going to buy that I actually NEEDED but could save money on. AUUUGGGGHHHH! Oh wait I forgot Offense 4 – actually happened before 3 – I got to CVS and realized I had remembered my coupons but NOT MY PURSE! So back home I went. Then Offense 3 commenced.

Offense 5 – upon walking out out of CVS I realize that my back tire is REALLY low. Actually, now that I am looking, all of my tires need air. GREAT! That will just have to wait. I am hungry. Offense 6 – my cell loses juice and dies. Offense 7 – there is no place to park at Chipotle – which means the lines are long. . .I know, I know, I was going to Chipotle, what did I expect?

Offense 8 (the one that sends me over the EDGE; the reason you are suffering through this diatribe!) – Isaac had been up for 3 hours straight (I think a record for him) I gave him a bath, fed him his bottle, and put him to bed! Ah, peace and quiet. A moment to get caught up on Scrabble, blogs, Grey’s, Biggest Loser. WHATEVER the heck I want because Ben is off playing volleyball. When from the kitchen comes the sound of a cat knocking off a GLASS cup with residual coke from the kitchen counter (where she is NOT suppose to be) which, of course, shatters all over the kitchen floor! MY JUST HAND SCRUBBED AND MOPPED KITCHEN FLOOR! Are you KIDDING ME! That cat will be lucky if she gets to come out from upstairs for the rest of her life!

So floor mopped (which I have to say I am utterly surprised I didn’t cut my hand open cleaning up) and swept again. Tears fallen. Rage had. Cat locked in cage. I am sitting on the couch typing for therapy. Thanks for listening (reading). Please pray that I don’t lose my marbles and I will pray that you don’t have a day like this!