Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Celly B & the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day

(with apologies to Judith Viorst)
Today I woke up with a toddler size 7 foot in the small of my back and now there's an ache in my back and when I got out of bed this morning, the dog had chewed up my slippers and they were all cold and wet and I didn't have time to wash my hair and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

At breakfast, Emily Anne didn't want oatmeal, didn't want cereal, didn't want cheese toast, and Will wanted a waffle and wanted to help put it in the toaster and squeeze syrup on it but then didn't eat it.

I think I'll go get a massage.

When I finally had a minute, I tried to log onto Lysa's blog to find out who won the She Speaks contest but Emily Anne needed help getting dressed and when I sat down at the computer again, Will was climbing on the counters and after I got him down I got an error message and had to restart the computer and when I finally made it to the post, it wasn't my name listed as the winner, it was Karla's. **

I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I sat down to give Will some Mommy time and he said, "I want Pay-Doh down." Who needs Play-Doh? I opened up a couple of containers for him and helped him squeeze the Play-Doh out of the little doohickey that makes it look like hair but he didn't want my help but he did want every single container of Play-Doh opened and I got Play-Doh all under my fingernails, not to mention all the miniscule pieces on the floor.

I think I'll go get a manicure.

At lunch Emily Anne yelled that the dog was licking the dirty dishes in the sink and when I turned my back to shoo the dog away, someone knocked the pot off the counter and broke the handle and I yelled very loudly and my husband said that with all the Bible reading and praying I was doing that it seemed like I should be demonstrating more fruits of the Spirit.

It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Will said his ears hurt and was whiny and wanted to sit in my lap all afternoon and I forgot to take the dog out and she looked right at me and peed on the floor. Emily Anne took a nap, and I should know that when she takes a nap she's sick, and, sure enough, when she woke up, she was burning up with fever. They probably both have ear infections for the umpteenth time this winter and we will have to spend tomorrow morning in the doctor's office.

I think I'll go get a new do.

For dinner I was going to make salmon. I don't particularly like salmon and the kids don't like salmon, but Joel does, so I was looking for a recipe online since I don't have any idea what to do with a salmon fillet and while I was searching, Will turned over the tub o' toys in the playroom and used it as a stepladder to climb up and empty all the shelves in the playroom and guess who didn't get home until the salmon was cold?

It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Will went to sleep before he even got a bath and I had to try to change him into his pajamas without waking him up but I did and he cried and when I got him back to sleep, Emily Anne wanted me to sleep with her because she felt so bad, and I wound up with her knee in the small of back just like Will's foot was this morning.

I think I'll go get a pedicure.

When I finally got a chance for my quiet time and opened up my daily reading plan, I saw that I was in Leviticus and I think Leviticus is really kind of boring and I was so tired that I was afraid I would fall asleep while reading the Bible.

It had been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

My God says that some days are like that (James 1:2-4), but that He will always be with me (Matthew 28:20).

Even at the spa.

**Now I must admit, that I was a little disappointed that I didn't win the scholarship to the She Speaks conference; who woudn't want to go? I am, however, truly happy for Karla. She has a wonderful, touching ministry, and I am so excited that she will attend.


Amy Wyatt said...

This is sooo funny. Sorry you had a bad day. I pray it will be better tomorrow.

Melissa said...

Dear Celly,

First, thanks for your note on my blog. It encouraged me to come to yours and I'm so glad I did! I'm sorry for your bad day the other day, but I LOVE how you turned it into a fabulous story for us to enjoy!!!! Thank you for that! Especiially the reminder that God is with us always.

And don't get down about not getting the She Speaks Scholarship. Just keep asking the Lord to provide and pray for open doors to make the way for you. I will pray for that also.

I hope you are having a fantasic, lovely, very good, awesom day today!


Anonymous said...

What a day! Sorry, but I loved the story! That is truly a SAHM version! I can totally identify! Hope the rest of the week has been better. Hope the little one is feeling better!


Christine said...

Oh, my this is too funny! SOrry to laugh at your bad day, but you have such a wonderful way of describing it. Hope today was better!

Rachel said...

I have been there, girl!!

I tagged you for an E for excellent blog award :-) http://keeptheway-christianacademy.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-like-me-you-really-like-me.html


Kimberly said...

Okay, I tried not to laugh at your terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day...but I just couldn't help myself. A giggle slipped past my hand when your dog peed on the floor. But I laugh only because, as a momma, I have so been there! Praise God He is right there with us, never leaving us or forsaking us!!!

Blessings! And thanks for the smiles!