Today has been one of those days. I kept asking myself, "Is it Monday?"
It started when my plans got changed, from a relaxing Girls Day Out to look at photography stuff with a dear friend, to cleaning house.
That should have been my first clue, to just go back to bed.
But, alas, no, I kept going. I kept going and 30 minutes later was informed by my daughter, "You are ruining my life!" This as she was screaming, jumping up and down and crying. Only because I had just informed her that 20 minutes was ample time to put ones shoes on and be ready to eat breakfast. Be done or suffer the consequences, to which the fit ensued.
My child had lost grips with reality.
Children were out the door in time and the house work commenced.
I hate cleaning house. I feel like it's the very definition of insanity. Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
I go insane every week, but I do it so me and my family live in a reasonably clean house.
The rest of the day consisted of running various errands that popped up with the house, grocery shopping and picking the girls up from school.
When we get home Morgan is complaining of not feeling real well. She's running a temp. Didn't we just get everyone well?
Then it was Daddy's home, more errands for the house, supper and bath time.
You want to know what pushed me over the edge? All the dishes would not fit into the dishwasher. I was complaining to Ralph that I needed just one more rack. I am so tired of running the dishwasher twice a day, or waking up and there already being dishes stacked. I wake up behind. That is when my husband starts comparing jobs. Then I remind him at least he gets paid. Then he reminds me that we are building our dream house, and I will be rewarded. I tell him he's not being very compassionate and he tells me that he is. That's when I tell him, "Yeah, well if that's you being compassionate, I've had hemorrhoids that were nicer."
Needless to say we both dissolved into tears laughing, realizing how ridiculous we both were being and decided to start new again tomorrow morning.
Tonight, I am thankful for the reminder that sometimes laughter is the best medicine.
Now, if I could only find a cure for the "Not me!" that always hits our house.