Who the heck did I upset to deserve this?
I mean really.
I’m okay with a bad day. I’m even okay with whiney kids.
The drawer in the bathroom full of sticky bottles where the baby’s gripe water leaked? I was okay with that too.
Until I noticed the gripe water was full of ants. Apparently child proof caps can’t stop a hoard of colicky ants.
I held my cool while hunting the possible black widow spider in the garage (that was never found).
I managed to not throw up as my children drew pictures of the antennaed multi legged stripy big eyed bug they found in their bathroom- that apparently got away as well.
The tears from the emotional nine year old? Swiped, calmed and kissed.
The hour long cryfest from the baby over nothing? Consoled.
Today was sucking but I was making lemonade….and then this happened.
This figurine that I have had and glued and pieced together for at least 25 years was destroyed when the pegboard I so proudly blogged about last night fell.
As I was cuddling my sleeping toddler girl with the baby sleeping on a big pillow at my feet, the velcro strips gave way and it all came crashing down.
The velcro didn’t, but the sticky part did. It just didn’t adhere. The strips are rated to hold the weight but when Mr. gets home that will be the first thing he comments on, how I had so much on there.
But it wasn’t the velcro, it was the sticky part that failed me.
I counted my blessings that none of the sewing machines were damaged, or the wall, or the peg board and then I cried.
I feel things crawling on me constantly even when there is nothing there. Peanut and I are covered in bug bites. I have resorted to fighting off ants with furniture polish. I have wasted a day and a half trying to put out emotional fires from my kids. Now I’m feeling like a slob, and a failure, and I have retreated under my rock. My ability to filter my thoughts before they come out my mouth was faltering and it seemed best to log out of my favorite hang outs and hide.
The Tattered Tadey