Today his choice couldn't have been more perfect. Around here, I was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
It was just one of those days when nothing goes right and you find yourself "chasing your tail", and throwing yourself the occasional "pitty party" and by the end of the day, you have gotten nothing accomplished.
A "good day" in my book is when I am able to get up by 6 am and have a shower and my breakfast and sit in silence for about two hours before everyone else wakes up. When the kids wake up I like to have their breakfast already made and waiting for them on the table. I like it when my husband is out the door by at least 10 am so that we can get our day started. I like the laundry caught up, I like toys picked up. And "barefoot floors" make me happy. You know the kind that have no dirt or sticky patches on them and they feel oh so clean on your bare feet. I like furniture dusted and everything in it's place. When all of this happens all at once, not only is it a blue moon ,but it is also where I find my "happy place." You know that place that if your kid spilled her kool aid on the kitchen floor, you'd look at her, like the lady in the commercials, and grab a paper towel and say, "that's okay", with a great big smile, all while wearing your best pearls to clean up the "little messes" around the house. I don't know where these people who write the commercials live , but in my house there is no such thing as a "little mess" With the messes that we have around here ,there is no paper towel in the world absorbent enough to clean it with. And the phrase "that's okay" usually is not the first thing that comes out of my mouth...the first thing that usually comes out of my mouth is "i don't really know why I bother to even clean this house"
Today was the day that all of the above did NOT even come close to happening. We had our home school group today and we all woke up late. So I started throwing cereal bars at the kids saying, "hurry up and eat we have to get ready and get out of here" My husband decided to lock himself in the only bathroom we have at around 11 a.m. Now we were all waiting on him to get ready for work so we could have our turn in the bathroom. I get all of the kids ready only to look out to find that Jaden has spilled his apple juice and was now stirring it on the table with some of his toys. Ava had to have three diaper changes and two wardrobe changes before we got out the door. Laundry is piled up in the hallway. Supper dishes from the night before were still waiting for me, because my logic the night before was, "I will wake up early and clean up the house before we go to home school group" I threw together a lunch and loaded the kids in the car where Ava then proceeds to spill her water all over the car, and might I add she is laughing the whole time. We get done with our home school group and head home to grab a quick supper and head to church. We get home from church and the kids act like they haven't eaten in years so I start throwing snacks at them and turn my back for one minute and before I knew it, a crayon war had broken out in the living room. I am not sure who won but at this point I could care less. I then decided to play Amazing Grace on the piano for my husband, I had been working on putting my own little "twist" to it. When I was done and well pleased with the way it sounded he says ,"that was pretty....what song was that?" Well that just sent me over the edge, so I say "nevermind," I go to the bedrooms and see that every piece of clothing they own is on the floor and the dog was laying on it..I start throwing more laundry in the hallway and finally put the kids to bed.
Tonight, I have crayons all over the floor, toys stuck to apple juice on the table, laundry piled up in the hallway, books torn off the bookshelf, fruit loops on the floor, a bag of half eaten donuts tipped over on the counter and dishes everywhere, and apparently I must rethink my version of Amazing Grace.......I think I'll move to Australia.........
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