As I begin writing this, I am already laughing at myself and the chaos that is my life. In fact, I laugh a little inside each time I think about
Myra's weekly meme about
failures because the truth of it is that I could write on a failure every day of the week and never run out of content! Do any of you ever feel that way too? Or am I the only one who is continually faced with a great sense of failure??
This whole week started off poorly when I forgot to take some very necessary medicine on Sunday morning in our rush to get ready and out the door for church. And no, it wasn't my birth control! It was still just as necessary though, and my forgetfulness led to my having a severe anxiety attack later in the afternoon... which also led to my lying down "for a few minutes" to relax... which also led to a two-hour nap... which also led to our missing church Sunday night and Hubs running late getting out the door to work that night! But wait... there's more!
Because of my lovely little unplanned and un-timed nap, I couldn't get to sleep when I was supposed to on Sunday night... which also led to my sleeping through my alarm on Monday morning... which also led to my six-year-old coming into my room at exactly five minutes before her bus was supposed to be outside, and asking me "Mommy, don't I have school today?" Yes, I did manage to frantically gracefully barely get her out the door in time to get on the bus! Thankfully, her older brother's bus doesn't run until about fifteen minutes after hers, so he had more than enough time to get up and get moving!
For some reason, Monday night I forgot to check my youngest son's pull-up before putting him to bed. He is three years old, well on his way to 4, and still has absolutely no desire to potty train. Normal routine dictates that we make him go "pee-pee" on the potty and change his pull-up prior to him climbing in bed at night. The stars were not aligned, or the earth had tilted too far on its axis, or I had just lost my mind ... Who knows?! But somehow he managed to get in bed without potty-ing or being changed. (He had only worn that pull-up for maybe an hour, so don't panic!) So when Little Bit decided to come crawling in bed with me at 3 am, of course it did not occur to me to get up and change his britches at that point either! So... ahem... just about an hour before my alarm should have gone off to start my day, I suddenly had this very warm and fuzzy sensation all around me... Oh, wait - not warm and fuzzy, but warm and WET!! Soaked, in fact. Me. My pillows. My blankets. My sheets. My mattress pad. My pj's. My Little Bit. His Superman jammies.... So my day on Tuesday began not with an alarm clock, but with about three extra loads of laundry!
Should I keep going? Because I definitely could!
Forgotten laundry, frozen meals still frozen at dinner time, running errands without my list, children sleeping on the floor,... It's pure chaos, I tell you!
