You know how on this blog I talk about the frustrating things in life, but I try to make it funny so we can all have a good laugh (usually at my expense) rather than cry? Yea, that. It’s called a coping mechanism. And you people are basically IT for me. Join me in a list of today’s tomfoolery?
1. We’re in the process of buying a new van. My job today was to wire some money from point A to point B.
Remember how I was stupid and we got a lot of money stolen from us in Uganda? Perhaps Andrew should have given my assignment some more thought. Somewhere in somebody’s bank account is $5000 I wired to the wrong place today.
It’s never a good thing when you have to say to your husband, “Hey, well at least this time we have a better chance of recovering the money I lost!”
I’m 0 for 2 this year, folks.
The good news is, it should all be fixed in the morning. Otherwise, I will need a good solid cry and a new job. Because I am decidedly unfit.
2. Gran and Pops watched the kids for us this past weekend. The boys asked if they could paint with watercolors. And because Gran is more fun than I am, she said yes. I guess we need to clean the boys’ ears out because when Gran said “yes” they heard “and oh, feel free to get the glitter out and spread it all over the porch, too.”
Do you know what happens when you have glitter on your porch? It comes in the house. And it gets in Mira’s hair. And the laundry. And the cracks on the floor.
Andrew said he wants to set up a little box that squirts glitter onto Gran and Pops’ floor every day for the next ten years. Because that’s how long it will take us to get rid of the glitter.
It wasn’t really the fault of Gran and Pops, of course. It was our wayward children…who should fully expect to find mysterious piles of glitter in their own houses when they give me grandbabies.
3. This one doesn’t make me want to cry, but it does make me laugh. We were discussing something that happened when the three boys were babies. Ellen demanded, “Where was I?”
“You weren’t there.”
“Was I in your tummy?”
“Nope. You just weren’t there,” I answered vaguely.
“Well, I’m sure you were missing me.”
I love that this kid becomes indignant at the idea that we had lives or any fun at all before she came onto the scene. She’s destined for greatness. Or tyranny…
4. Doesn’t make me cry at all… Some sweet friends have loaned us an 8 passenger van until we get our new one in. For the first time last Sunday, we were all together in one car. It was a tight fit with six carseats, but it was wonderful to be snugly together.
And the sight of all those little people made me laugh out loud at our crazy beautiful lives.
Because what doesn’t make you cry, should only make you giggle.