Have you ever had one of THOSE days?
Instead of complaining that I awoke with a headache that felt like an army of pissed off badgers cavorting to a John Phillips Sousa march in my skull, I'll say that I'm thankful for an assload of Advil and a comfy bed, with time enough to lie back down and rest.
When I'd like to say that I was disappointed that Aaron didn't want to go to Vacation Bible School so that I could have some quiet, I'll instead be grateful that my seven year old still likes to cuddle and hang out with mom.
While I'm grumbling that there is a metric ton of laundry around here, and that you cannot see the charming checkerboard pattern of the laundry room floor for all the soiled clothes, I'll instead be glad that I have a laundry room, and fantastic appliances to to the washing for me, so that I'm not stuck out on some river, pounding my batik print dress on a rock.
While I wanted to be crabby about having to attend a church picnic, I'll be glad that the kids (well, Aaron) had a good time and it got rained out after an hour and a half. PERFECT length of time to be there.
Because I'd like to scream from the rooftops of the injustice that 90% of my home is tile or harwood floors, yet my child picks one of the THREE carpeted rooms in the house to be sick upon (as well as the bed, bedding, pillow and bedside table), I'll change my tune and be thankful for Chem Dry Carpet cleaner and Febreeze. And the aforementioned washer and dryer.
There are days when you just don't want to be grateful, you know? My headache did go away, but in the light of all the stuff I had to clean up (FYI - that's the kind of stuff no one tells you about being a mother. I swear, if there was some sort of an informative packet, there wouldn't be nearly as many people getting pregnant.) I'm gonna call Wednesday, July 29, 2009 a draw, folks.
Sometimes that's all you can ask for.
When I'd like to say that I was disappointed that Aaron didn't want to go to Vacation Bible School so that I could have some quiet, I'll instead be grateful that my seven year old still likes to cuddle and hang out with mom.
While I'm grumbling that there is a metric ton of laundry around here, and that you cannot see the charming checkerboard pattern of the laundry room floor for all the soiled clothes, I'll instead be glad that I have a laundry room, and fantastic appliances to to the washing for me, so that I'm not stuck out on some river, pounding my batik print dress on a rock.
While I wanted to be crabby about having to attend a church picnic, I'll be glad that the kids (well, Aaron) had a good time and it got rained out after an hour and a half. PERFECT length of time to be there.
Because I'd like to scream from the rooftops of the injustice that 90% of my home is tile or harwood floors, yet my child picks one of the THREE carpeted rooms in the house to be sick upon (as well as the bed, bedding, pillow and bedside table), I'll change my tune and be thankful for Chem Dry Carpet cleaner and Febreeze. And the aforementioned washer and dryer.
There are days when you just don't want to be grateful, you know? My headache did go away, but in the light of all the stuff I had to clean up (FYI - that's the kind of stuff no one tells you about being a mother. I swear, if there was some sort of an informative packet, there wouldn't be nearly as many people getting pregnant.) I'm gonna call Wednesday, July 29, 2009 a draw, folks.
Sometimes that's all you can ask for.