Posts Tagged ‘One Of “Those” Days’

Yesterday’s Parenting Experience.

November 15, 2018

Me:  Okay, kiddo, it’s been one of those days, so I’m going to lie down for just a bit while this headache passes.  Get me if you need me, of course, but try to keep in mind that I need to rest as best I can.

L:  Okay!

(A few minutes later.)

L:  *opening door*  Dad?

Me:  *opening eyes*  Yes?

L:  Isa went poo on the pad, but I cleaned it up for you so you didn’t have to.

Me:  Thank you!  But why are you waking me up to tell me this now?

L:  I can’t find her treats for being a good girl.

Me:  They’re in the office.

L:  Okay!  *shuts door*

(Less than a minute later.)

L: *opening door*  Where in the office?

Me: *eyes already open because I’d been waiting for this*  Left of the trampoline.

L:  Okay! *shuts door*

(A few minutes later.  Just enough time to lull me into a false sense of security.)

L:  *opening door*  Dad?

Me:  *opening eyes*  Yes?

L:  Isa had more poo, but this time it made me sick and I threw up in the bathroom.

Me:  *getting out of bed*  Well . . . your heart was in the right place; too bad your stomach wasn’t.

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Today’s Internal Dialogue

April 4, 2018

What should I write?

You know the drill.  Just write what you feel like saying to the world today.

I can’t write that here!

Well then . . . write it as close as you can get to it.

Go stick it in your ear!

See how easy that was?

I Think I’ll See If My Son Wants To Play For A Bit

July 7, 2017

You know the movie trope of someone trying to walk to the end of a hallway, but the hallway keeps lengthening as they walk so they can never reach the end?  Yeah . . . it’s been that kind of day for me, so I’m going to try walking down some different hallways for a while.

If You Don’t Get It, That’s Okay

April 28, 2017

Today, it being one of “those days,” I decided I’d best jot down a quick list of priorities for the day to help keep me on track.  Having done that, I labeled the text file “Priorities” and started to move on, then I realized it being one of “those days,” I’d best be more specific least the file get lost in the shuffle, so I tried to change the title to “Today’s (4/28) Priorities.”

Fun fact:  My computer doesn’t like it and ignores me when I try to include a “/” character in my text file titles, so the actual title came out to “Today’s (428) Priorities.”

This at first struck me as depressing, but then I realized the title would take on an entirely different meaning if today had only been the 20th of this month . . .

This Private Thought Actually Surprised Me With Its Brutal Honesty

February 9, 2017

I’m not looking for advice, I’m looking for a parachute . . .

(I knew in advance it was going to be a long week, but this week has now officially crossed the line into “horror movie ever-expanding hallway” long.)

Subtle Signs

October 14, 2016

I’m not out of sorts, I’m just out of order.

– L’s Mother when asked how she was feeling last night

Say Goodnight, Lala

October 12, 2015

Some days are better than others, and yesterday was one of “those days” for this household.  Everyone was feeling discontented and generally inclined to be vocal about it.  So much so that by day’s end when Lala told me she was going to sleep, I asked her if she wanted to chat a few minutes first just to try to change the day’s mood before it was completely over.

“So we don’t have to chat about anything in particular, but the rule is neither of us can complain about anything, and if we can’t do that, then best we say goodnight now.”

She pondered that for a moment, looked me dead in the eye, said “Goodnight,” then turned and walked away.

That was one of the few laughs I’d had that day, so . . . thanks for that, Lala.

Not Even If It Handed Me Its Calling Card

September 10, 2015

Today I was complimented on my patience, and, it being one of “those” days, I just shook my head and asked them to point out to me the next time they saw me being patient, because right then and there I wouldn’t recognize patience if it introduced itself to me at a party . . .

Retreat!

November 26, 2014

Looks like I’m going to have to call for a “strategic withdrawal” from the idea of making a coherent entry today.  Fortunately, days like this don’t happen that often, but today is definitely one of them.

So It WASN’T Just Me Then, But Until She Said That, I Wasn’t Sure

September 11, 2014

“Did you take my coffee mug?” I asked Lala this morning.

“Noooo!” she answered, sounding a little offended at the question.

“Are you sure?” I persisted.

“I got this mug from the cabinet,” she insisted.

Given how bleary, particularly in the morning, I’ve been  these past few weeks, it seemed like a losing proposition to pursue this, but I was also too bleary to not pursue it just a little further.  “It’s just that I was positive I left that black mug near the coffee pot,” I explained.  “And I don’t remember that other black mug I see sitting clean on the counter being there five minutes ago.”

There was a pause, then a heartfelt response from Lala of “I am so sorry!  I’m still really sleepy!”