Nothing is going right this morning. Nothing. And surprisingly, I am okay with it. Maybe because I have two choices–get angry and frustrated or see the humor in these situations and make a mental list to xanga about. OH WAIT–I forgot that I cannot remember a single thing for more than 8 seconds..
So, 45 seconds ago, I’m out in the kitchen getting my middle daughter a bowl of cereal. It’s 10 am. She had her first breakfast (oatmeal) at 6:30. I pour the cereal, then drop the box on the bowl. Cereal flies everywhere. That’s okay, I think. I’ll just xanga about it. Add it to my mental list. Step back, crush cereal. Add it to list. Daughter yells from living room where she will eat her cereal in front of the TV, “With milk!” Like I am her personal servant. A servant who doesn’t know to put milk on cereal unless she’s told. Add to list. Pick up cereal pieces off floor, out of cupboard, can’t reach the pieces that fell beside the fridge. Thankfully, it’s Cracklin Oat Bran and not Rice Krispies. Way to look at the bright side. Carry her bowl out to living room on plastic table with chair perched precariously on top. Try to lift it over other daughter’s exersaucer, trip, chair goes flying, catch the bowl before it spills. Whew.
Rewind to 8:50 am. Load girls into mini-van. Girl #2 starts screaming, “My belly hurts!” SCREAMING. Do you have to throw up? Yes. Go into house with her while girl #1 guards girl #3 in car. Thankfully she is getting over her fear that Mommy will abandon her. Running back and forth between children. Long story short, #2 is screaming, crying, sitting on toilet, leaning over just-in-case bowl. Bring other 2 in house, #2 is okay. Go to Bible School. #1 forgets money for offering in van. All 4 of us traipse back out. Late. Go to Post Office to mail books. New guy being trained. Sigh. One of the pkgs is going to Australia. Oh my. Survive. On way to chiropractor, #2 says, “MY BELLY HURTS!”
Go home instead. Call chiro. Sorry. Reschedule? Probably never will. At least she saved me $30–covers my bill at the P.O. with $4 to spare.
Back to present: #2: “I want more cereal!” No comment.
It is now 10:15. Had to check on #3 who was fussing for no good reason. Well, unless poop exploding out of your diaper and up your back is a good reason. Changed her, left her on floor to finish blog. I will finish this blog!!! Rolls over. Pukes. Clean it up. Put her in bouncy seat.
“Can I have some more cereal please?” NO!
I WILL FINISH THIS BLOG IF IT KILLS ME.
God has given me xanga to help me find a purpose in these mundane, pointless, HORRIBLE things that keep happening to me. If I have brought a smile to anyone’s lips, then it has been worth it all. (can you hear the sarcasm dripping?)
In all seriousness, yesterday I was a GROUCH. Things were not going well, and I was focusing on myself, myself, myself. Spent time in God’s Word last night (Hannah inspired me). Today is not going well, but my attitude is so much better.
#3 is crying. #2 “CAN’T HEAR THE TV!”