Cheer Up Things Could Be Worse!
Posted by The Wild Girl on July 8, 2009
Monday was just one of those days. You know the kind I am talking about. You get up in the morning and wish you hadn’t!
The day started out with the typical Monday morning flurry of phone calls. Now Tali, is not a very patient two year old (patient 2 year old would be an oxy-moron), and she wanted her breakfast right now. So we got her made her some “wheat”, (maple flavored cream of wheat) and got her settled into the highchair. The whole time, I was speaking to a potential product sponser, with the phone tucked into my shoulder, as I so often do.
At this point I was no longer giving my cherub my full attention. I continued talking with the gentleman, as Tali was making raspberry sounds with her “wheat” in the background. I am most certain that the potential sponser was thouroughly impressed by my professional ablility, to completely ignore what was going on, in the background.
As I was finishing that conversation, I heard, “Uh Oh mommy, mess!” You guessed it “wheat all over her, her hair, the highchair, wall and floor! No problem, I can handle this! I take another phone call while I clean up the sticky mess, put child into the tub, and answer questions for a potential client.
Wow, I think I am doing great, until I heard that sweet innocent voice announce, “Uh Oh, momma, poop…float!” to which the client bursts out laughing, while I am apologizing profusely and asking him if I can call him back in a couple of minutes! I am sure he was also impressed with my professional manor!
O.K. dry off the rug-rat, get diaper on, get her dressed and clean out the tub. Throw the new birthday movie, into the VCR we are good to go for a while. I finished the call with the client who was very understanding and quite amused. The morning finished pretty smoothly.
Lunch went by, pretty uneventfully too and lulled me into a temporary but peaceful existence. It is now naptime for Tali and I am excited to get back to my work! With her asleep I can really accomplish something, without being interrupted to go monster dance or stack blocks only to knock them back down.
Day is looking better and then…unexpected company shows up! I now have to entertain, because her husband dropped her off for a visit! (I am at home all day anyway, Lol)
No big deal, I will work later this afternoon! Two hour naptime is over, the company is still here, and the phone is still ringing! Frazzled is beginning to take on a whole new meaning! Finally, company returns home and we eat supper, a very uneventful boring supper! (I like it).
Hubby calls from out of town, and during the course of the conversation says “You, really need to get a ‘real job’!” (If this isn’t real honey, get me out of this dream! Lol) Now, I know what he meant was, that I should get paid for what I do, but on that particular day, in my state of mind, his choice of words could have been a little bit better chosen!
Loosing my patience fast, I know it is time to go outside, shoot the bow and blow off a little steam! Shooting my bow always makes me feel better! It’s a beautiful calm evening and Tali and I go outside. She is playing so nicely on the deck, and as I unzip the case I hear that sweet little voice saying once again…Uh Oh mommy…mess! I look inside my bow case and she has hit it right on. Mess.
A critter had chewed its way through the nylon zipper of the case and made a nest inside. I gingerly removed the unoccupied nest and took my bow out to examine it. Wouldn’t you know it, those dirty little mice had chewed my sting, which was now unsafe to shoot.
I just sat down and started laughing. Tali and I laughed until she got the hiccups. I guess the site of mommy loosing it was quite amusing to her! My dad always told me…”cheer up things could get worse,…and sure enough you cheered up, and they got worse”.
We finally decided to go inside and get ready for bed, knowing that the next day would be better. As I started to drift off to sleep, I could smell the unmistakable odor of our former, under-the-garage occupants. Can you believe it, the skunks were returning home after being gone for weeks!


Oh No mom is loosing it!! Look out world!!! We should all have a support group!!! Getting paid for what we love would be nice, but for now, we just sit back and enjoy feedback we get on out BLOGS!!! It will get better!!!
July 8th, 2009 at 9:10 pm
I think we’ve all had those kind of days and it makes good blog material.
July 8th, 2009 at 9:20 pm
I’ve had many rough Mondays, but none quite like that! Funny stuff! Us contractors consider everyday a Monday!
July 8th, 2009 at 9:48 pm
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