I woke up yesterday morning determined to have a lovely, bright day. The sun wanted to help and so it shined. Our little house didn't want to get in the way so it stayed almost clean. My hair must have known it was a special day, it hardly frizzed at all. Riley made eggs, Margaret ate MORE CEREAL and Viola was ready for a nap by nine in the morning. It was exquisite.
My phone stopped working. At first it denied incoming calls. And then it started blinking madly at me anytime I tried to make an outgoing call. Finally, the touch screen lost its touch and I was cut off from the world. The world in this instance being Facebook, Twitter and a number of Ebay items I was watching until they were sold to somebody else. The girls played and I sat and jabbed at the phone, all while mumbling things like, How am I supposed to live without a phone. I hate this thing. I am glad that it died. Start working! Why are you dead? Totally worthless anyways. Doesn't even do instagram. I bet people are calling and accepting calls all over the world. Hipsters lives are being changed because someone instagrammed a monochromatic sunrise and my phone won't even turn on. Just perfect.
I realized my tulle skirt had snagged on a door frame and that snag was quickly becoming a hole. The mumbling continued, Oh. Well that is just great. What do I expect? I am a stay at home mother of two and I wear skirts everyday. I don't even own a pair of jeans. Who do I think I am? Grace Kelly? Talk about delusional. I really need some jeans. Is that so much to ask for? A pair of pants so that I can walk around without ripping my clothes on decaying door frames. Holy cow. Everybody else is just walking around in their jeans like it is no big deal. Well guess what. It is a big deal. A.Big.Freaking.Deal.
The girls wouldn't take their naps. And Oh The Mumbling (this time in my head. I try to avoid verbal abuse when ever possible), Fantastic. Don't you know I have things to do? Maybe you two don't realize this but I was a person before I was your mom. Oh yeah. I had dreams. And pants! Drawers and drawers of pants. More jeans, slacks and cords (yes cords!) than you could shake a stick at. And now! Now you just expect me to put down my broken phone and cuddle with you and read to you and love you and...
I woke up yesterday morning determined to have a lovely, bright day. The sun wanted to help and so it shined. Our little house didn't want to get in the way so it stayed almost clean. My hair must have known it was a special day, it hardly frizzed at all. Riley made eggs, Margaret ate MORE CEREAL and Viola was ready for a nap by nine in the morning. The only thing that got in the way was me. So I took a breath, brought my girls into my arms and started reading a story.
And it was exquisite.