I think the format for my last few blogs has been rather gloomy.
Today, despite the torrential rains, I'm going to try to be...happy!!!!!
Seriously, today has not been a BAD day. It's actually been rather low-key.
I didn't blog last night, and rightly, I shouldn't have because I was in a very bad way. And, according to The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin, moods are somewhat contagious. Had I blogged, my small following might have caught my infectious "life sucks" attitude.
In any case, I can find the humor and the reality of last night's happenings.
Lucy graduated from preschool.
Let me try to summarize this as quickly as I can - dryer dies, dress for Lu is two sizes two large, misplaced comb, wrong school address provided by hubby, Henry crashed the ceremony by going on-stage as another preschooler is handed her certificate to give Lu her flower from Daddy meanwhile doing an arm waving and hooting/hollering shout out to the audience, I bawl like a gigantic baby during the ten-minute video showcase of the year, Henry nearly mowed down a very large woman on crutches with a broken foot as we were leaving, I carried Henry "football style" with him kicking and screaming to the car as Lucy just watched in astonishment, we skipped ice cream due to Henry's ongoing fit, we landed at home and went inside where Henry proceeded to continue his angry protest by punting one shoe at the TV and chucking the other at the fireplace mantle, knocking over a picture frame, I wound up my arm like it was a Cubs season opener and gave him three quick swats on the rear to which he completely melted and unfolded into a Jello-y, slobbery, blubbering mess (since I've never ever ever ever ever spanked my children).
Two hours later, I'm absolutely a wreck on the phone with my BFF Erika while I spill my guts. I disclose the spanking, the whole train wreck of a night, the fact that I hate playing the role of "single-working parent" while Chris is on second shift...
A talk with her absolutely incredible oldest daughter, who promised to polish my Spanish, followed by a conversation with her insanely sweet youngest daughter calmed my frayed nerves. And I was able to wake up today slightly improved from the rotten night prior.
Of course, when Henry woke Chris up this morning, the first thing he said was, "Do you know what Mommy did last night? She spanked me...and it hurt!"
Chris said his response was, "Yes, I know. Mommy told me. She also told me that you were being so naughty that you left her no choice."
I was sad to hear that it had resonated with Henry, but also I was very glad that it had resonated with Henry. Because I daresay I wish never to spank him again. And I feel fairly confident that my do-good daughter will never be spanked because just the thought alone will send her into a self-confidence monsoon.
So, tonight I was very nervous about picking them up from school.
But...I was met incredibly enthusiastically at the playschool gate by Henry - big smiles and "Mommy, Mommy guess what????? I was good today!!! No spitting, no hitting, no biting, no fighting!!! I was good.....except I wrestled with those guys but we were all doing it and Ms. Sue said it was ok cuz no one got hurt. So can we have ice cream?? Oh, and Mommy (chin down, face sad) I think I threw some rubber (the rubber mulch around the play yard). But I didn't hit anyone!"
Isn't it AMAZING how a child doesn't hold a grudge? At what age do we decide we can't forgive and forget and move on?
So, tonight was awesome, to say the least. With all this rain, we put on rainboots and puddlestomped and made a HUGE mess. We ate ice cream on the front porch. We took muddy showers and wrapped up in warm PJs. We watched one episode of "Yo Gabba Gabba" and went upstairs for a bedtime book. And here it is, only 9:30pm, and my daily zen pantry is fully restocked!
All I have to say is....thank God for tomorrows.....
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