We’re falling to pieces over here at the Wright house today.
Well not really, but Thursday’s are just.not.good.days for us!! The kids are whinier. I’m always exhausted. Even chocolate won’t help. I’m not sure if it’s because it’s only ALMOST the weekend and the kids have had to put up with me for 4 days or what. I blame Travis. On the weekends, he sings them songs with his guitar and reads imaginary books with his palms. He’s super fun. I’m super not.
In fact, before bed last night, I asked Travis what I should blog about today. He thought I said, “What should I DO today?” He replied, “Just don’t come crying to me about how it’s Thursday and how you need help and how it’s so hard to be you on Thursdays”. Then he went into a Lindsay impression where he waved his hands in the air and acted hysterical. Then I karate chopped his Adam’s Apple.
Thursdays just seem to have a lot of mountain HIGHS and valley LOWS. Today wanted to live up to its reputation.
LOW: I started a load of laundry early this morning in hopes of starting the day off right. Then moved it along to the dryer, before we went for our run. When I got back, hoping for clean, dry clothes, I noticed that my white workout shirt was pink. And Travis’ yellow t-shirt was orangish. Darn you, hot pink baby bloomers!! (say that three times fast)
HIGH: Since I had to re-wash everything, I used the time that I would normally do laundry to do more important things….like read blogs.
LOW: While walking by the bookshelf, I somehow managed to hit my arm on our remote control holder (that holds everything but the remote controls). It crashed to the ground, displaying a whole myriad of teeny tiny items that I had forgotten about (and had to pick up off the floor, one by one).
HIGH: Among the stash: a super old container of Tiger Balm, TWO sets of toenail clippers, 10 Fun Factory cards, 49 cents in change, AND…..
I’ve been looking for those…
LOW: While walking around Bi-Lo today, I gave Henry a box of Clif Bars to hold, with specific instructions NOT TO OPEN THEM until we got home. I should have noticed the wink that went down between he and Clara. Like two minutes later, Clara starts screaming, you know, to divert my attention. Next thing I know, 5 Clif Bars are splayed across the tile, the box ripped to smithereens. 5 bars, and not 6, because of course, Henry kept one for himself.
HIGH: Spent $66.10. Saved $48.04!! What-what!
HIGH: Reading the guest post I wrote for Holly (the Everythingtarian) and feeling like a rockstar, forgetting all about the day’s LOWS.