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This has been one of those weeks. I was reduced to an entire post that merely consisted of a brief message. "Seriously?!" It started on Tuesday when Murphy came out swinging. If it could go wrong, it went wrong. By midnight I was beaten down and mentally drained. Surely this is just a bad day. Then, my preteen had that kind of day on Wednesday. The kind of day that made me long to have him small enough to crawl in my lap so I could tickle the pain away. But, alas, they grow up and all you can really do is stand by them and let them know you are there for them. Always. (Though, the pain they feel shatters your own heart.) At that point I began to shake my fists at Mr. Murphy and his rotten Law.
Today it was time for my teen to be put through the ringer. But this time it was a battle I could fight. Not necessarily one that needed anything more than a stern glare, but I had had it by then and came back swinging at the injustice of adults who are condescending to teenagers and other adults. It was a fight I fought possibly a tad too hard. But when my kids are involved, I will not and do not back down. (So, how hard is homeschooling exactly? I'm just asking.) We all have those days. (Some just last all week.)
As I read through some of the blogs in our Mommy & Family blogroll, I found that I was not alone in having one of "those" weeks. Some that are rather light hearted but irritating. One that realized it could be worse. And one that had the scare of her life. (I should remind myself to check with BlogHer's resident Astrologer to find out when this is going to pass.)
I have to admit, even though it made for a bad day for her, when I read about her bad day on That's Life v. 2.0, I did laugh with her description of the way her day went. Hey, anyone who can compare their life to ill-fitting underwear will get a giggle out of me.
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So, my silky underwear, that, after a pregnancy and a return to non pregnancy size two years later, is now too big for me, seemed to be sliding all over the place today. And by all over the place I mean places that underwear should not be...
My underwear was probably just mirroring how the rest of my life seemed to be fitting me; a little twisted, a little bit not right, a little bit annoying all adding up to a massive headache.
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I cannot tell you how many comments I have received or people I have talked to who have had days very recently where life is sliding all over the place like ill-fitting underwear. And really? Who needs a wedgie when you are trying to work, parent and just live your life?
There are also those days when we feel like no matter what, our day is so bad that we have earned the right to whine and be grumpy. Face it. Most of us do that when pushed too far by the way things are going. Carmen gets it. She recently had one of those days (and by days, I actually mean she has had a few of those days lately) and felt herself at wit's end.
It was a rotten day. A ROTTEN day. A truly, awful, mean and nasty day. Grumpy people, difficulties, sore knee, grumpy and needy children, loads of laundry that NEVER seem to dissipate, medications that needed to be refilled, groceries to purchase, special jumbo index cards requiring a trip to the Office supply store, etc etc etc. I realized tonight that I promised a tie dye shirt to the winner of a contest in JULY and never did it. My house is a tip and I can't seem to get on top of anything. Too many things to juggle at once, and so I let most of them hit me in the head and grew more and more grumpy as the day wore on.
It was in this mood she realized she needed to go shopping of all things while her kids had their hair
