So, I’ve mentioned before that I’m on Weight Watchers. How’s that going, you ask? Well, hang on and let me swallow the chocolate covered graham cracker I’m working on and we can talk about it.
Today was a day to beat all. Up til lunchtime, it was grand. The kids and I snuggled in bed late and then played a few games after breakfast. For the life of me, I can’t figure out how it all went downhill so quickly after that. Big Daddy was home for lunch and Sister asked if she could have dessert yet. We told her to finish the last bites of her food and her reply left us puzzled. She said, “Thank you sweet parents for guiding me in the right direction and caring so much for my dietary needs.” Riiight. That was what I was hoping for. What I got was a daughter who rolled her eyes at me and then gave me the death glare. Ya’ll keep in mind, she’s four, not sixteen. When I told her that was inappropriate, she said, “I’m so sorry my sweet mommy, who gave suffered through hours of birth to bring me into this world. I’ll forever grant you with only sweet glances of adoration from this day forward.” Uh huh, I’m lying again. She hit the floor, screaming. WHAT.THE.HECK. There was no build up. Just all out screaming. We tried to send her to her room and the screaming got worse. I’m pretty sure our neighbors called Child Protective Services. Not really, but I almost did.
After a very long drawn out battle with her, I come out of her room to find that Sawyer (the dog) had gotten frightened by her shrill screams. Wanna know what Sawyer does when he’s afraid? He pees. That dog has urine that smells like a dang skunk. He peed on every.single.stair. all the way down. That’s 16 steps from top to bottom and every one had a puddle on it. I’m so lucky and attentive that the only way I found out was because my sock landed in the middle of a puddle and soaked it up to the ankle. Love that dog. So glad we saved his little life from the horror of the SPCA.
My day got better and better from there. So, when Big Daddy got home, I handed the kids over to him and told him I was going out. I was already scheduled to have coffee with some girlfriends but I left two hours early for that to have some quiet time. On my way to coffee, I picked up cupcakes for the girls. I just figured if I’d had a Cupcake Kind of Day that they may have also. I was so right and they were ever so glad to have cupcakes. I’m so lucky to have girlfriends who get it when I just need cupcakes to make the day end on a better note. They made me laugh and by the time I left them, I felt like I’d had a pretty great day all along. Isn’t that what girlfriends are for?
I have a few left over and ya’ll come on over and share some with me. I’m guessing you may have had a Cupcake Kind of Day, too. Just don’t tell my Weight Watchers leader or I’ll deny I ever knew you.