Sometimes days are just like that.
I have to remind myself of that every once in a while.
And yesterday was the epitome day like that.
I was tired.
The house was messy.
And I honestly can't remember what I did all day.
All things combined made for a perfectly horrid day.
But add to that a little Faye who would not stop crying. Nor would she nap.
By the time Jeffrey got home from work, I was ready to cry.
I had not showered. People were coming to the door. Dinner was a yoyo (your on your own), and family pictures were in an hour.
Did I mention I had not showered? That fact loomed in my peripheral the whole time I was getting the kids dressed. It began to creep into the center of my attention when we were about 30 minutes away from having to be there.
And then I did what anyone would do in that situation.
I sat down on the floor and threw a tantrum.
I did not want to go out. I did not want to smile. I did not want to mingle. I wanted my bed.
After much patience and coaxing from Jeffrey, I made it into the shower, got ready in record time, and we were out the door.
To make up for me having to leave the house without gracing my bed, Jeffrey took us out afterward.
A cool lemonade was exactly what I needed.
And some laughs from the children.
Keith and I have been working on the yard lately. We planted some flowers and herbs in little planters and placed them in front of the window, as that is the place with optimal sun.
Faye found them and decided to do a little sampling.
She is a connoisseur of dirt, after all.
She gave it an +A rating. Unfortunately, after her extensive testing, the plants will no longer be able to grow. But at least we know they were the top grade.
I have to remember; some days are just like that.