Wednesday, March 6, 2013

The sun will come out...and burn me

Some days we are the ones happily playing in bubbles, and some days we are getting water poured in our eyeballs.


I started my day by slipping in toddler barf at 12:00 am. I guess if I was being optimistic I should point out that I did not fall while I was holding my barfing child, just skidded on my heel crazily into the bathroom. I woke up at 5:00, fed Margot and barf #2 happened (Jon caught that one). Theo luckily felt better by morning but I spent most of the day limply washing barfy sheets and playing too many kid shows even though Theo was bouncing around like nothing happened. I got some disappointing news by phone, causing me to be weepy while reading nursery rhymes. Have you ever tried reading "The Woman Who Lived in a Shoe" half crying? It's pathetic.  Don't worry about me, it's not so bad, I was being dramatic and was going on little sleep, it happens. I had no dinner plans. Then I got a call to give a talk in church on Sunday. It's my second time speaking in 6 months. No ward has ever wanted to hear this much from me, ever. I think I'm just going to try to tell a good joke, since I always, always bomb my jokes in talks. The branch is small, it's a good time to improve my set.

I don't love crappy days, but at least tomorrow has a really good chance of being better than today.

And an aside, if anyone has tips for barf removal from a flat woven rug, let me know.

3 comments:

vanessa said...

i'm so sorry about the lease! such a bummer. and toddler puke on top of that! crappy days are so crappy. in my mind i use a swear in place of the word crappy because let's call a spade a spade. i love you tons and am so excited for you to visit next month! so soon! i'll call you when this flu is over. xo

naomi said...

Don't get me wrong, I feel really bad you had a bad day, and I have mad empathy, but I laughed out loud at this blog post's title. It's weird, when you have good days with kids, they feel really good, but when they're bad, they're obscene.

lifewithspirit said...

some days motherhood really seems like a prison, other days it's heaven. Hope that the puking is gone. Miss you!