WARNING: Do not read any further if you don't want to hear me complaining.
Today was a bad day. Bad for stupid, petty reasons, but it was a bad day for me. My family is alive and healthy, I feel like I shouldn't complain- but I'm going to. The day started on a sour note, really sour. I went to let my chicks out for the morning. They ran around me, all excited to see me {if you can't tell, I LOVE those "stupid" chickens}. Before I knew it, two were gone. Two of my favorites, and I witnessed the whole thing. A stupid {insert choice word} fox came right up to our house. A foot, if that, from our house- we had our doors open, kids hollering, and a dog barking. I watched as it carried my two ladies away, one by one. By the time it came back for the second, our painter had arrived. He was outside and it ran right in front of him, with Pinkie in his mouth! I heard him {a grown man} scream and come running inside.
This was the third {out of four} visit of the day. Thankfully, the remaining chicks were safe in their houses.
My not so awesome day was compounded by the fact that we have no downstairs bathroom {we had to remove the toilet because we are getting the room painted} and in the ruckus of the fox events I got blueberry juice all over my brand new table cloth. Argh! So stupid, I know. Then Lindalee didn't' take a {much needed} nap because the painter decided to go upstairs and hammer {God knows what} shortly after I put her in the crib. I just wanted to yell. Not at him, I just wanted to yell! I wanted everyone out of my house- the painter, the dog, even my children. I just wanted to be alone and yell. Though I'm sure I wouldn't have felt any better.
On with the day... When Lindalee doesn't take a nap and is tired, she is reckless. She fell into our makeshift TV stand and put a tooth through her lip, and bloodied up some of her other teeth. She continued to cry and whine for the rest of the {not so} wonderful evening, until she fell asleep.
I sit here writing this entry eating a half gallon of cookies & cream ice cream. I would be drinking instead, but the kids knocked over and spilled the only wine we had in the house. {Yes, I was cracking it open before they went to bed.}. Of all the nights. I need wine!
I feel better now. Everyone has bad days, I know. I just try not to. Today, I couldn't push away the clouds to see the sun. But now that I have let out my anger and frustration from the day, I do have to recognize the beautiful moments of the day that I am so incredibly grateful for.
I tried not to let Christian and Lindalee sense my negative attitude. I thought ice cream cones with a cherry on top would help to keep them from noticing.
Thankful that even on terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days there is still so much to be thankful for.
"Everyday is a gift, that's why it's called the present."
