Sometimes, I think, it’s okay to not have anything truly meaningful to say.
Sometimes it’s okay to be done with a day that went something like this:
The toilet overflowed not once, but twice. TWICE.
The upside to the toilet overflowing is I somehow (maybe it was the shrieking??) convinced the girls to finally change their first #2 diaper EVER because I couldn’t mop up the toilet water and change a diaper at the same time (but I could capture this quick shot – bwahaha). Lucky for you, this blog post is not equipped with the dulcet sounds of, “Oh, my gosh! It’s so gross! It smellllls sooooo baaaad!”
Spills. Always with the spills.
By the time we got home from school drop-off, it was time for some couch time with my favorite baby.
Somebody had a rough day. I feel ya, sister.(notice tired + cranky baby brother photobomb).
A lot of other things happened, too. Tantrums. Arguing, Inappropriate drawings. Homework squabbles. Volleyball practice. Phone calls to three doctors, trying to get in. Forgetting things. Returning emails. Finding shoes. Doling out Band-Aids. A left knee that buckled underneath me when I tried to get out of the minivan (see!! Death By Minivan, folks. I’m telling you. It’s real!). Trying to schedule and arrange a bunch of ministerial stuff and wondering what the hell I was doing it for.
Interestingly, this book, about Blessed Mother Teresa’s dark night of the soul, arrived today. And the St. Jude Novena started today. And a friend wrote about her battle with food today. And a support group started sugar rehab today. Funny.
Here’s a picture of the calvary that came to save me today:
Oh, wait. There was none.
It was a loooooong day.
All day, I was just longing for an end. And here it is. Oh, joy.
Sometimes it’s okay to have a non-awesome day. It doesn’t mean you have a non-awesome life.
I hope your day was better than mine, and I hope that tomorrow, by God’s grace, will be better than today for all of us.
Until then, may God bless y’all.