Did your day involve a 5 minute shower because your hot water heater is broken?
Did the door to your washer break off its hinge?
Did you manage to get mascara applied to one half of one eye before hearing your child fall over with a THUD and a WAAAAAAH! in the adjacent room?
Did you come to her rescue, only to discover she had the aroma of refried beans because that's what she had eaten the night before?
Did you spill the last of the blueberries intended for her lunch all over the kitchen floor and in the crevice between the counter and the refrigerator?
Did you resist the urge to cry while stoically sweeping up the purple mess?
Did you pack your lunch, your child's lunch (sans blueberries) your computer, your purse, your diaper bag, your breastpump, your child, and her walker in the car, while nearly forgetting to apply mascara to your other eye?
Oh. My. Hell. What if I had to work every day?
In other news, my baby is cute.
3 comments:
You're awesome. :) This is so me, but throw in 3 bags of groceries, a workout bag, and a bookbag of legal texts hoisting it up to a 2nd floor apartment. At least we have upper body strength.
One of the greatest things about reconfiguring our kitchen and putting the stove on a free standing island is the fact that there is no crack between the stove and the counter into which things fall, ossify, and never return. The cache of dog kibble, spaghetti noodles, peas, and yes indeedy, blueberries was pretty astounding. Couda re hydrated it and fed a small third world country.
Sometimes while I am trying on different earrings to decide which one is the perfect one, I get distracted and go off wearing one of each. Just a good thing there are only 2 ears.
I was going to post my own comiserating rant here, but it was getting really long. So I moved it over to my own blog.
Suppose I'll just say, "I hear ya" and leave it at that.
Happy weekend!
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