today
Today has seemed like a microcosm of my life. Many things have happened, some good, some bad, some special, some ordinary, some messy, some not-so-messy. It hasn’t been a banner day. I’m not particularly proud of it and I wish I could hit a do-over button, but I lived it and it is part of me.
Today…
* My husband thought he was dying when he was throwing up, having diarrhea, mucus, and sweat pour out of him and I was sound asleep and had no idea he needed help.
* My husband felt better enough to go to work, but I think he is going to crash when he gets home tonight.
* I snuggled with Annesley for a good, solid hour this morning and let her rub, rub, rub me. We shared lots of kisses, she told me stories, and it felt wonderful to reconnect with her after not seeing her much at all yesterday.
* Keziah got her room clean.
* I did not.
* After many phone calls, I found out why my Vitamix container hasn’t arrived yet. Sam’s Club didn’t send the order in.
* I tried to figure out how to scan my vitamix receipt…never figured it out. I will have to send it to work with Richard on Monday.
* I lost my patience approximately 4,896 times.
* I longed to stay in bed and read A Tale of Two Cities (actually, I longed to read Shadow of the Hegemon, but if I had indulged in a reading-fest, I would have forced myself to read A Tale of Two Cities.
* I resisted the urge to hide in my room and read the day away.
* Instead I cleaned my kitchen and family room.
* I rearranged the family room. I had to move all the furniture to search for my missing phone which I haven’t seen in three weeks and decided I might as well find a new spot for everything.
* I didn’t find the phone. If you are trying to reach me, call my cell phone. The house phone is missing and my hopes of finding it are dwindling by the day.
* I laid down on the couch in my perfectly clean family room to take a quick nap. After less than ten minutes of dozing, I was awakened by Annesley climbing on me. Then I heard her say “What’s that yucky stuff on the couch, mama?” I stuck my finger in it, almost tasted it, then decided to smell it instead. It was poop from her inadequately wiped bottom. What a way to wake up.
* I creatively figured out how to make soup for my friend with a broken toe. We haven’t been grocery shopping since before Christmas and it’s slim pickings in my fridge.
* I also attempted to make rice pudding for her with my leftover brown rice from the brown rice disaster on Wednesday. I think her batch went okay and I really hope it tastes delicious, but I have never made it, so I don’t really know how it will taste. The second batch was a bit of a disaster. We had just enough milk to make another batch and after putting the milk, agave, cornstarch and spices into the blender, I turned my back for a moment. Annesely climbed up and turned it on…without the lid. The entire eastern half of my newly-scrubbed kitchen was covered in stickiness. Because I was in a hurry, my cupboards were open, and the insides of them, including all the food, was covered in milky gooey-ness. Annesley was covered head to toe and saying, “Sorry mom, sorry mom, sorry mom”. Blythe lost her marbles and started yelling at Annesley, because you know, it makes perfect sense to yell at a three-year-old covered in milk about how they should never touch the vitamix.
* I mopped the kitchen floor…several times. It is still kind of sticky.
* Amy came to the rescue and brought us some more milk and some carrots and celery to add to the dismal soup.
* I almost hit a snowboard lying in the middle of the road on my way to deliver dinner.
* I saw a beautiful sunset on my way to deliver dinner.
* I said some unkind things to Blythe.
* I need to figure out how to make up with her.
* I just realized that Valentine’s Day is in two days and I haven’t thought of anything to do for my sweetie.
I am ready for bed, a good book, and a bowl of popcorn. I wonder if Keziah will make me some.
May tomorrow be an improvement. May my voice be kinder, my face be softer, and my patience level be infinitely higher.
I'm Tracy, a mama with big dreams, crazy ideas, loads of laughter, an insatiable desire to learn, and enormous piles of laundry.
Speaking of lost phones… I definitely shouldn’t share this story. Really. None of your readers will appreciate it and I’m sure will think less of me. But you will probably giggle because you know my mother. When I was in high school my mother went through this stage where she would get on the phone with her friends and she thought it made her so cool to belittle me in front of them. Seriously. It made me so mad that one day I hid her phone. She looked everywhere and it went on for days. She thought she had lost it. She seriously thought she was going crazy. I was laughing on the inside. An evil laugh. I’m smiling now just thinking of it. I really need counseling. I hope you found your phone. I’m sure your children had nothing to do with it!
Sooooo funny, Kari!!!