Can’t a
girl catch a break……seriously?! Do you
ever feel like the world is out to get you?
Bad things happening everywhere you turn. One set-back after another. That’s ME right now. Ugh! And
to top it all off with a big fat cherry on top, I get into a fricken accident
on my way to daycare pick-up last night.
I never swear and I rarely even use the term “fricken”…so it’s an indication
that I’m really mad and frustrated. My
phone must have been trying to lighten the mood because when I typed the word “fricken”
into a text message to Trav, my spellcheck changed it to “frogmen”…as in, “Seriously,
one frogmen thing after another!”
Whatever that means. And then I
thought, seriously, who would EVER use the term frogmen??? And I got a little more mad! Anyhoo…I’m getting off track here. My SWEET minivan now has a smashed in driver’s
side door…..and to be quite honest, it looks a whole lot LESS COOL, if that is
possible, than it did before.
So there’s
my rant for the day. I’m lucky that I
didn’t have the kids with me. I’m lucky
that I wasn’t on the highway and that it was just a side street and traffic was
only moving at a mere 20 mph (which was really ticking me off because I was
going to be late to daycare pick-up). I’m
lucky that my minivan is still functioning and that no one was hurt. I’m lucky that the girl that hit me was
driving a big old beat up Suburban and she said nothing happened to her car,
because the accident was both of our faults.
I’m lucky
that my hubby can bear with my crabbiness and grumpy self sometimes when I get
overwhelmed with all this crap that life throws at me…whew! Thank God he is so great at diffusing anxiety
or I’d be a walking time bomb! He’s all,
“We got this babe…it’ll be alright. No
worries!” And I’m all, “The world is
going to end. Why me. Stupid, stupid, stupid me.” We’re a good match, you see.
And good
thing because we’ve got the monster to contend with…Miss Marley has been changing
her own poopie diapers lately. Yea, all
by herself. Last night was round 3 of
what Travis and I have “coined” the Poop Massacre. She came out of her bedroom, all smiling at
me…and I look down at her and she looks like she is rubbing brown lotion all
over her arms, up to her elbows, squishing it in between her hands like it’s
soap. I stopped dead in my tracks and my
mouth fell open. And then I looked in
her bedroom. Yea, let’s just say that
was pretty fun (rd 1 and rd 2 cleaned up by Trav, poor guy). All over her carpet. All over her little nightstand. Seriously, what is her obsession with
poop. As I was tucking her in last night
I told her, “See Marley, your room stinks now.
Smells like poop. Poop is gross
and it belongs in the potty and we DO NOT touch it.” And she said, “Momma, mell (smell)…ugh. Gwoss.
Spway some of your fume (perfume).”
And so I did and then she was happy.
Please God, let her make it to the potty next time or else I might throw
up.
And so it
goes………life is never dull in my house.
No time to sit still and rest with the crazy bunch that I live
with. Good thing that Trav and I are
eyeing up a trip this coming winter because MAMA needs a break. A little mental health vacation where all I
do is suntan and speak to my husband about things not involving Marley’s poop
and Jax’s teething and car accidents and such.
Think I’ll
go home tonight after taking care of this car repair business, hug the babies,
put them to bed, pour a big ol’ glass of wine and just sit still for an hour or
so, brainlessly watching Bravo or something…now, does that sound exciting or
what?!
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