It was one of those days,
although the set-up for the day began last night while I read the girls the
last chapter of Mrs. Frisby and the Rats
of Nihm. While I read, we heard a loud crash. I knew Andy was trying to
figure out what was wrong with our garage door, and I was sure the bang meant
he had finally been able to close the door, ungracefully.
When I joined him in the living room, the first thing he said was, “The
garage door is broken, I could not lift it by myself, so tomorrow if we want to
get out of the house, I am going to need your muscles to lift that thing.”
I forgot all about it, until this morning when it was time to go to
school and Andy asked, “Are you ready?”
This is where I tell you that I am a wimp.
So Andy gets down and gets a hold of the bottom of the door, while I
hook my fingers in the closest thing I can find to a handle. “Ready. Lift!” And
I pull with all my might and Andy is able to get his hands under the door and I
know I am pulling up as hard as I can but that thing is so heavy I am not able
to hold it up at all. The fact that Andy’s hands are under the door makes me
worried they will get crushed and I won’t be able to lift that monster up by
myself.
We try again, and Andy knows I am kind of…useless.
“Okay” he reconvenes, “We are going to get something to use as a lever,
or something that will hold the weight of the door so we can lift it. Once we
get the first panel up, it should be easier.”
So we find this piece of wood and get it ready so that as soon as Andy
lifts the door I can slide it underneath.
We have been out there for a while, and the girls are already late for
school. We even wonder if they will have to stay home because we cannot open
the garage door.
So Andy lifts the door, and I don’t know, I suppose adrenaline kicks in
because I am telling you, my husband turns into hulk and he gets that door pushed
all the way up.
“Okay hun, go get the keys and get the cars out” he says.
He is hulk, he is strong! Okay, I run inside to get the car keys. I
open the van door first and the alarm goes off.
“Sorry” he apologizes, “I locked the cars yesterday when I thought I
couldn’t get the door to close.”
I get the van out in the driveway, then run to the car. It is locked,
and I realize I don’t have the right key, so I run back inside to find the key…except
that I cannot find it.
I am running like a chicken with my head cut off, from room to room, lifting
papers and frantically searching my pockets since I was the last one to drive
the car. In desperation I dump the contents of my purse on the bed and realize
somehow, there are crumbs all over…but no key.”
“Hun, I cannot find the key, I am afraid I left it in the car!” I run
outside and tell him, while he is trying to find a way to get the garage door
lodged.
He is awesome, he is not even a tad frustrated.
In resignation, I go back inside and think to move a plate on the
counter, and sure enough, I find the key. I then move the car.
I take the girls to school and we are late. Their teachers are great
and understanding. Then I go to the office to explain that the girls will be
gone Friday and Monday and the secretary is well, not very friendly.
I am back in the school parking lot and I open the car. The alarm goes
off. I think I turn it off, but it goes off again. Still, it happens a third
time. As I drive off, I remind myself not to run any stop lights because I just
realized I dumped the contents of my purse on the bed and my driver’s license
is taking a nap.
At home Nichole is demanding. Once Andy leaves for work she wants soup
for breakfast. Yes, tomato soup is her favorite, she makes a huge mess with it
every time. And it takes her about an
hour to finish it. One sip at a time, watching sponge-bob, and I would ban that
show if it wasn’t for the fact that she laughs so hard and I cannot resist that
laugh.
When she is done, she needs a bath, like now. But first she needs to go
potty, and it takes about 20 minutes for Nichole to go, one of the down sides
of low muscle tone. She insists I hug her. This girl needs moral support to go
poop.
She gets in the bath and she is happy to get ready for the day. She
wants pink clothes and her hair to be beautiful. By the time we are done, it is
time to go get the big girls from school. We are supposed to go to Minnesota
for a few days right after school, but I had no chance to pack.
We get home and my mom calls, there are thunderstorms and hail in the
cities, it will be a nasty day. I check the weather and I feel discouraged and
stressed because I have to pack and I want to get on the road soon. So I yell
at the kids and I call my husband so I can yell at him too.
Finally, Andy is home and I am not sure what to do. So I am a wimp once
more, and decide to stay home, finish packing, and drive in the morning with no
thunderstorms, rain, or hail.
I apologize to my husband, because I am really just out of line. I
apologize to my girls, and Ellie reassures me “It is okay mom, we can go in the
morning.”
And I am so thankful for my family and for their grace towards me.
It was just one of those days,
when I react to what happens around me in a negative way and I make it all about me, but one of those days where my family’s forgiveness abounds and I feel lucky to have them.
Edited to add: Andy reminded me that we did not find the car key until I was back from school, and he did get frustrated with me for snapping at him, but he forgave me.
Adding once more: I went to bed really late last night, I don't think I can function happily when I don't get enough sleep.
Edited to add: Andy reminded me that we did not find the car key until I was back from school, and he did get frustrated with me for snapping at him, but he forgave me.
Adding once more: I went to bed really late last night, I don't think I can function happily when I don't get enough sleep.
Would Nichole drink her tomato soup from a sippy cup? Just wondering.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry. That does sound like a doozy of a day.
Hmmm...my first response is to say no because that girl loves her soup in a bowl and using the spoon. However, I haven't tried it, so I think maybe it is worth a try. Although I am willing to compromise the mess with the practice with fine motor skills and feeding (and she might be making a mess because she is watches her show. Tomato soup has to be eaten while watching sponge bob...go figure.
DeleteI should have also added that I went to bed really late, and lack of sleep does make for one crabby mama.
I know how it feels to have one of "those" days. Sorry to hear about yours.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sabrina, I am going to bed early so that I can be well rested and an enjoyable human being tomorrow!
DeleteIs this a current post? Your girls are still in school in mid-June?
ReplyDeleteYep, current post. The girls finished school June 7 and started summer school June 11. Here summer school is like nothing I have ever seen. It is fun and everyone goes to summer school.
DeleteAna loves tomato soup too...and she also takes for-eh-ver to eat it. Alexis says she just likes to SAVOR it ;-). Why the most runny, stain causing soup has to be the favorite is beyond me, but now I am thankful that ours isn't paired with Sponge Bob. That makes it so much better because I cannot stand the sound of his squeaky little voice.
ReplyDeleteAt least tomato soup is healthy...right? And sponge bob is...hmmm...let me think about something good to say about sponge bob.
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