Posts Tagged ‘One Of “Those” Days’

Neither Walking The Walk, Nor Talking The Talk

August 1, 2022

Today was one of “those” mornings for me, and nothing quite said that to L’s Mother like when I mumbled, “I’m going outside for a stumble to see if I wake up.”

Yep . . . It’s One Of THOSE Days Again

July 18, 2022

Self-control, it has been commonly observed, is like a muscle in that it gets stronger with use. But also like a muscle, it gets tired and works best if there are periods of rest between workouts.

Or Maybe I Just Lied

March 16, 2022

Today I woke up early, went on a nice jog that helped me appreciate the wonderful morning, had a productive and pleasant day, and lied on the Internet.

I Like To Think My Bias Made Me Unbiased Though

October 26, 2021

“You don’t sound very excited about it,” I was told today after my opinion was asked and then given.

“I’m not very excited about anything today,” I replied.

We’re All Mad Here

May 19, 2021

“But at the moment, I’m temporarily . . .” L’s Mother trailed off as she sought the right word.

“Going mad?” I ‘helpfully’ supplied.

“No,” said answered after brief consideration. “I’m pretty sure there’s nothing temporary about that.”

“That’s fair,” I conceded.

Funny That

January 20, 2021

I know full well that not every day can be fun-filled, but it takes a special kind of day for even my “fun” to not have been any fun.

I Did Eventually Say It Once I Could Say It While Laughing AND Getting An Understanding Laugh From Them In Return

February 27, 2020

As I predicted, I do feel better today, and I’m still chuckling at one particular moment from yesterday:

The moment where after making a fresh pot of coffee I stopped myself from telling the adults of the house (who had drank my previous pot of coffee) that “The coffee is fresh because you’re a [Insert Dire Insult Here].”

I’d Hate To Waste Tea Like That Anyway

September 18, 2019

Look, I’m just going to come clean about my mood today.  Today my nicest thought has been about recognizing the therapeutic power of a good hot cup of tea, but doubting if my throwing arm was up to the task right now, so I’m just going to talk to you tomorrow.

Fortunately He Didn’t Drink Much

June 13, 2019

This morning I found a dead moth in my coffee.  While I am happy to report that this didn’t ruin my morning, I have decided to excuse myself from having to make any witty observations and/or pithy comments today.

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.