So I had this day yesterday. Not like a– I want to just go to bed with these reeces cups and not do anything all day. But could you really judge me if I wanted to do that everyday? No, this day was just one “wth” and “seriously” and “ok, am I being punked” moment after another.
It started off fine. Children fed AND clothed. They even got to school on time.
See? That is all win. Then they got home from school. Why do schools DO that? I was having such a nice time and they are learning. Learning is important so why do they send them home to me? I got recees in bed to teach them. Beyond that? Nothing.
So earlier in the day I noticed that the main floor toilet was acting bubbly. It has done this since we moved in. Usually that means it needs to be plunged. Which I should have done right away. You know what? I hate that freaking word “should” It NEVER makes me feel good.
So we get home from school and Tegan needs to drop a load.
This is where the backstory of Tegan flushing the dolphin down the toilet comes back. Since the “free willy” incident we have not been allowing the kids to drop loafs in their bathroom toilet. Because obviously seeing willy floating in crap is going to cost me at least a year in therapy for each child
I take him to my bathroom and at the same time Braden needs to do the same. I tell him to go to the basement.
Yes, I am blessed to have four loaf dropping stations in my house.
As I am wiping T’s butt I hear “Um, MOMMY?!”
I can hear the “TURD IS STARTING TO RISE fear in his voice” and he is NOT yelling from the basement.
Horified I yell back BRADEN WHERE ARE YOU?! though I already know.
I tell T to stand tight. I go down and already coming down the hall is the river of turds water.
I grab EVERY beach towel we own to contain the turd river. Also? my socks are now wet.
As I’m doing this the air freshener in the bathroom decides to blow “Spring Mountain” into my face.
Even the air freshener knows that this shit stinks.
That night I am getting ready to meet people for the first time. There is this local womans group that I joined in hopes of finding some friends that won’t look at me like I’m an alien when I mention that I have a blog. (Gasp)
This will be my first event so obviously I’m a little anxious and excited.
I get there and ask the desk people about the event. (hosts? hostesses? I never know what to call those table seater people, I mean it’s not like they’re really hosting anything for me. They don’t OWN the restauruant.)
Reply: Nope no event here tonight.
Me: Really? Then I remembered that there was something that I specifically had to tell them. Like a code word.
I grab my phone to look up event.
I pull it up and see that it was the day before.
Because I win at life.
I leave and decide that Trader Joes will finally see me showered.
And really what better way to make you feel better than their frozen food aisle?
Ok, I guess there IS another important aisle.
I was hungry. I had planned on eating at event so, um, yeah. I decided to grab a Jimmy Johns sandwich that was nearby. I go to the door and it was locked.
It had closed at 8:00.
I mean really. 8:00 people? It was 8:07.
It wasn’t until later that I was able to send @smonkyou this picture that the day turned around.
Oh, and the Nachos. And the Peanut butter cookies, and the chocolate covered caramels.
Once in a while in life, you will step in crap and if you’re really lucky, you live near a Trader Joes.