Maybe I'm the One That Needed a Cold Shower...

I know I say this (too) frequently, but today was one of those days.  At least since about 5:00 this evening.  There was just time after time after time of some weird thing or another testing my patience and wrecking my nerves. 

Without going into all the crazy details, I had to turn the shower back on for the kids to finish their bath.  Our shower head is removable and I could tell that they had taken it down and put it back up there because the hose was a little kinked.  I don't like it when they do that, because I don't want the entire bathroom soaked.  Anyway, I turned the sprayer so that it was aimed at the wall; I didn't want to get my sleeve wet as I turned the water back on.

I was quite shocked when the sprayer shot right in my face and all the way down my right side.  Oh, and all around me on the floor...

And of course my sleeve was wet.

Whatever I thought I did, the shower head ended up pointing straight out of the bathtub because of the way the kids put it back up into the holder.

I'll say this-if you can't laugh when you get a surprise shower, then there might be no hope for you at all...

Cheeky

I ran lots of errands today,

Came home, dinner got under way.

Things were going quite awesome, when I thought of my bottom

And remembered the brown paint had stayed.

A Limerick

A Caring Kind of Place

Did you know that we are now running a child care program?  High quality care, lots of love and attention, and reasonable rates.

We also care for animals here.  They are well-rested and warm.  They sleep in a separate place from the babies so there are no hygienic issues for anyone to worry about.  Least of all me.

Please let us know if we can give your babies some extra-special care...we always have room for more.

Think "I Wanna Be Sedated" by the Ramones

I'm feeling kind of yucky

But I think it's in my head

My house is a disaster

I just want to go to bed

I'm waiting for another kid

To throw up in a towel

But I think that if that happens

I might just have to howl

I should be getting ready

For school tomorrow morn

But instead I'm on this website

Writing nonsense, so forlorn

There are dishes on the counter

And luggage still unpacked

The laundry's coming out

Into my kitchen to attack

I wish that I could close my eyes

And make it disappear

But that's just not the way it goes

And so I'll shed some tears

And then I have to go unload

Clean dishes so that I

Can load up all the dirty ones

And wipe the counters dry

I really should sweep up the mud

Collecting near the door

It makes the entry look so gross

And somehow covers all my floor

I want so much to have it clean

But just can't get it right

And now it's late and all I want

Is to scream,"GOOD NIGHT!"

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no..."

A Trip Like No Other...On Second Thought

Here are some phrases that come to mind: “Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip...” “What a long, strange trip it’s been...” “On a dark, desert highway, cool wind in my hair...” Okay, okay, it wasn’t dark; it wasn’t the desert, and the cool wind was still outside-but it was slowly creeping in. Let me start at the beginning... Our plan was to leave Richmond mid-afternoon and head to Williamsburg for the rest of the week. Things started out really well; everyone was excited to go, Eliana fell asleep before we even left the driveway, and we were leaving at exactly the time we had hoped to leave in order to get to our place and unpack before dark. We stopped to get gas...and it seems like the whole country is seeing the benefit of dropping plummeting gas prices. So after we filled up the car, we hit the road. Almost halfway to Williamsburg, Mom (a.k.a. leadfoot) gave it some gas in order to get in the left lane to pass someone. Much to her surprise, as soon as she got over she noticed the gas gauge slowly moving down. She said,“I’m losing power.” I said,“What? What do you mean, you’re losing power?” She quickly made it over to the right hand shoulder of the highway (which is amazing because of the steady flow of traffic we had been seeing). As soon as she pulled out of the driving lane the car cut off. We looked at each other, exchanging a silent,“Weird...” And so we sat for a minute watching the cars speeding by. And the scenery not speeding by. It began to get dark, and by that time we had called my dad and he headed our way in order to pick us up in the church van and get us on to Williamsburg. He helped my mom move their van further off the road first (another miracle). In the end, we arrived safe and sound and got unloaded and semi-settled that first night. This is just one example of many, many, many of how you can make a great plan, and even think it’s going well...but, well, sometimes that guy Murphy comes along. People-meet Murphy; Murphy-meet people...oh, you are already acquainted? That’s what I keep hearing! The truth is, even though it was a crazy trip, God did watch over us while we were on the highway. And I’m always grateful for His watchful eye. In so many ways, I take for granted His care. I hope that things like this can help me remember that we are in His hands, no matter what.