So You’ve Had a Bad Day

Either this is spiritual warfare, or God is just messing with me.

Here’s how today has gone for me:
1. I pulled out some old math workbooks for #3.  He’s finished his book for this year, but his shrink says he’s way remedial.  I don’t want to believe her, so we try to do last year’s work.  He can’t do it.  I realize that I’ve been over-helping and all the work we’ve done this year has accomplished nothing more than me re-learning 2nd grade math.  I don’t even have words to describe the heartbreak.  We’re considering public school for him next year.  I no longer know what to even try to help him. 

2. While fighting tears of frustration over the math thing, I get an e-mail from the RE director at our parish reminding me that the stupid felt banners for First Communion are due this weekend.  I thought we had another week.  Somehow, #3 and I managed to slap together a respectable banner. (I used to be clever and creative.  Now I just hate arts and crafts)

3. I realized that the stupid banner hanging was at the same time as my irl friend Peace’s Baptism for her 7th baby.   I cried when I told her we wouldn’t be there.  (She’s a good friend.  She cried with me over #3 and told me to not worry about the Baptism.)

4. I got a call from the bank.  My check card took a vacation to California without me.  I hope it had a good time as it racked up $2500 in charges.  (Over $400 to a liquor store!!!!  I could at least get an invite to the party.)

5.  While I was on the phone with the bank, #5 threw up in the entry way.  You can’t eat Easter candy without unwrapping it first.  Who knew?  (I’m tired of bodily fluids.  Really tired.)

6. As I mopped the floor and took towels to the laundry, #6 fell down the stairs.  He’s fine.  He only rolled down two, got a bonk on his head, and scared us both pretty good.  But, are you kidding me?  (Yes, we have baby gates, but they don’t fit  these old style stairs.)

7. I gave up inside the house and went outside to mow the lawn.  I like to do it.  It’s something I can do that actually lasts a while.  I reached down to pull the cord and it came away in my hand. (I’ve had it with this day)

8. I came inside and curled up in a chair because reading is safe, isn’t it?  A dumb bird flew into the window and knocked itself loopy.  My daughter’s dog at it.  (I laughed out loud as I cried.  Is that evil?)

This has been a bad day, but at least I’m not the bird.