I was afraid to say anything until I awoke this morning to verify it, but yes, it's true; yesterday is OVER! It was one of those amazing days, where one bizarre thing after another piles on your back, clutching at your neck, sticking a clingy little foot into your spine, pulling your hair. You blink and rub your eyes, wondering if you've developed vertigo.
And there were tortillas everywhere.
My saving grace is that once I could breathe, and quit foaming at the mouth, I could sit down with the big boys and tell them a story -- how the morning was going, from my perspective -- and they got it. They sat there, wide-eyed, trying not to laugh, shaking their heads sympathetically. When I was done, they intoned quietly that they were pretty sure the day was salvageable. And then we laughed. We laughed like nervous people at a funeral, but at least we laughed.
We never quite got on the ball. We missed music lessons entirely, standing in the checkout line at the grocery for a full 30 minutes longer than even the most pessimistic shopper could have foreseen. But you can't just leave, at that point. Not with that much food in your basket. Not unless you want the produce guys to take you DOWN the next time you enter their domain.
We didn't clean the car. We didn't go to the museum. We didn't make it to Bible study. We didn't even really stay on top of the kitchen.
But we did do lessons, and we did eat supper as a family. We did laugh, and we did read. And in the end, we got through it. Although, I forgot to get more tortillas at the store.
Kiss those babies!
~Dy
4 comments:
Oh, wow! Sounds crazy...at least the thirty minute wait in the line.
Today will be a better day and if it's not, well, there's always tequila;-)
Call me when you come up for air, will ya?
mere
I love that your boys can listen to your perspective like that! Sorry the day was so crazy, though. Sometimes it really does just become a "buckle down and only do that which is absolutely necessary" day, doesn't it?
Mere, I'll give you a call while we're on the road, today.
Emily, it helps when you can make it funny, or absurd, and really point out how it feels -- without being all Angry Parent Who Feels Unappreciated. Just tell it as a funny story about this one person and all the weird things that happen to them. They eat that up. And then, they either empathize (b/c of the Littles!) or, they smile sheepishly when they recognize some of their own antics in the story.
It's a good way to reconnect and recalibrate. James has begun using it, too, to help *me* understand where he's coming from, when he's feeling ganged up on by Life, and I'm just not seeing it. ;-) That's been awesome!
Yowza on that grocery line. Where the heck was the Manager?
You are so wise on the story telling approach! I'm gunna try that with the Prince:)
Create a great day,
Pam
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