Can you believe it’s Monday again? I can. Ray’s been gone almost 2 weeks. While I am, unfortunately, accustomed to his absence this has been a rough couple of weeks. This wacky blog carnival started MckMama is reason for me to be happy about a Monday morning. I clearly need to find some sunshine on this dreary, rainy Monday. Check out MckMama’s blog. I know you’ll love it. Here we go…
I better start with the latter part of the week… I didn’t overcompensate for Dad being gone with all manner of treats and promises. I didn’t go to Chuck E. Cheese even after I couldn’t get my coupons to print and spend a ridiculous amount of money for 2 hours of watching all three girls happily play together. I didn’t laugh at all when Bria was yelling at the man in the mouse costume saying, “Hi!” only to watch her flip out every time he got near her. I wasn’t surprised when she got over her fear of giant clothes wearing mice to start giving him high fives and playing peek-a-boo. (pee-pie for my family back home.)
I didn’t lose my keys Saturday morning and turn the house upside down and backwards. While I think I might have been praying the whole time it didn’t take me an hour to sit down, get quiet and ask for God’s help. I didn’t walk right over to the sofa and find them laying on the top part of a cushion where the remote always gets lost. I don’t believe in the power of prayer. I didn’t smile as my girls watched all that happen. I’m not happy to give up and hour of crazy so they can see how God works even in the little things. I’m not in awe that he cares enough about me to help me with something so menial.
I didn’t wake up to screams this morning at 5:30 a.m. I didn’t think someone must be trying to steal my children and then hear, “Tucker Stiff!” The dog didn’t run straight through the screen door knocking it out of it’s rollers. My girls wouldn’t be washing windows and 5:30 in the morning to help get ready to show off the house this afternoon especially when their toys were scattered to kingdom come all over the playroom and into the living room. They would never decide to wash (streak) my windows when they had other more pressing chores to do. I didn’t have to walk away because I might lose my temper only to realize they were trying to help.
I wasn’t served burnt toast in bed for mother’s day because my husband is always home to help with breakfast on mother’s day. He’s not off in Naples, Italy eating fresh tomatoes and buffalo mozzarella while I get burnt toast on my special day. It wasn’t the very sweetest best tasting burnt toast I’ve ever been served. I didn’t have a fabulous Mother’s Day filled with homemade gifts and even a nap. I don’t think it might have been the best Mother’s Day ever.
Before school this morning I didn’t hear more screams from upstairs because Izzie was out of her shell. Hanan’s hermit crab didn’t shed her shell. She didn’t wander without a shell and die. Surely I didn’t forget to buy another shell knowing the empty shells in the aquarium were way too big for Izzie’s little body. I wouldn’t be that reckless and have to watch Hanan mourn another hermit crab while Arleigh’s has suddenly developed a personality and climbs all over everything. Today I’m not happy that Hanan decided to for go another funeral and just said private good-byes.
I am not starting Monday like this, with one little girls so upset she doesn’t want to go to school and another going on a field trip to the botanical gardens in the rain. Not Me! Can’t Be!
What did you not do this week?