So yeah….uh… yesterday wasn’t exactly the best of days. Want proof? M’kay.
That is (or was) the front end of my vehicle. And yes, it was my fault. And yes again, all three kids (including the one I baby-sit) were in the car. It’s okay, everyone was fine and the kids barely even knew what happened. And no, I did not do the duct- taping job. No, that would be the kind gentleman that I hit. He just happened to have some in his massive F-150 that I apparently wanted to pick a fight with. Take a wild guess who won.
Anyway, I spent most of the day feeling badly about this, hashing out how quickly I can get it fixed and get a rental to drive the kids to and from wherever this week, and coping with an overwhelmingly grumpy toddler who between teething and on and off fever/rash may be more pathetic than Brittany Spears at this point. (did I just say that out loud?) But in a totally different way of course. Although now she seems to be having a comeback. But I digress…
Oh and then there was the 4-yr old (boy!) that wanted SOOOO badly to be the little blond girl in a pink dress “place-holder” girl on Chutes & Ladders and of course so did Anna. So when I suggested to him that she take that one it was game on. Trantrum of all tantrums people. I just couldn’t win.
Tim leaves town again today so of course this is just perfect timing. I’m good like that.
So, it was a pretty bad day as was acknowledged by all, but nonetheless I seem to always get a reminder that no matter what happens I have a beautiful life. Like last night when I succumed to a second snuggle and The B Man groggily told me he loved me. And, as he began to drift off he said, “It’s okay Mommy. Every day is a new tomorrow.”
Thank God he’s right.