*A friend who has 6 children of her own took my 4 kiddos overnight so Nathan and I could have a break. Thank you Becki and Jason.
*Frustrated by the lady that doesn't call me back. She finally calls me back apologizing. Her reason "Sorry, but my husband had a stroke"(I felt like dirt).
*My children who decided to find all their Christmas presents.
*The computer monitor that falls on Teva's head by her brother who decides to yank on the cords.
*The full bottle of body wash that fell on my foot in the shower. Let's just say I have a nice bruise.
*The 10 mile run that felt like death. Now I'm not running the half marathon that my family is running because I said I was running it. They are going to be mad, I guess they will get over it.
*The bottom strain of Christmas lights that are not working on my tree.
*The new pair of jeans (okay they were only 15 bucks)that now have a bleach line from trying to get grape juice off my vertical blinds.
*The fish sticks we ate for dinner that my family loved.
*The forever to make nutritious dinner that my family hated.
*Screaming, fighting, arguing, laughing, stomping, running, messes, playing, wrestling, in the walls of my home.
*The over stimulation in my head.
*The Santa Clause that does not want to make an appearance in our home.
*The elf I want to throw in the toilet.
*The Husband off work all this week.
*Being thankful for the most annoying happenings in my life.
4 comments:
Boy that sounds like my day today! Hope you are doing better! Life is crazy at times but I agree we do have to be thankful for those times, because it means we are human!
Sounds like my life.
Isn't that how it goes? :0)
Sorry about the bruised foot. I know that hurts - even if it does sound silly. I dropped a can of hair mousse on my foot and yes, it BROKE my toe - hair MOUSSE! Matt didn't believe me until I showed it to him. I couldn't wear any closed toe shoes for a week my toe was so fat and miserable.
My kids "pre-screen" all their Christmas presents too AND I have to laugh - because I sit here reading this in my favorite hooded top in my favorite color with the bleach marks on it from scrubbing red koolaid off the counters . . .
{{{hugs}}} Trinette. :0) Moments like that make me wish we all lived closer - I'd be over to share a hot chocolate with lots of whipped cream, a pinch of cinnamon and some laughs . ..
So now I have questions about half of this list. I guess Teva's okay even with the computer falling on her head? What happened to make the elf go bad? How are you going to handle the Santa thing? I haven't ever told my kids that he is real or not real. I don't really have anything against him. I just don't care about having to pretend to be him. The funny thing is that even without ever getting anything from Santa or ever being told he exists, Dallin has decided he is most definitely real. Have you found out anything about Nathan's job? Perhaps, I should call you and talk about more than pepper jelly. I'm a lame-o on the phone sometimes. Sorry.
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