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Last night after dinner, as my hands were elbow deep in a sink full of more dirty dishes than I dare admit, my counter top was littered with crumbs and sticky spots, the kitchen garbage can was overflowing, my children were grouchy and so was their mother and there were still several long hours until bed time…well, I got to thinking while I was standing there at that sink.
WHAT is the meaning of life?
No. That wasn’t it.
Why do FOOLS fall in love?
Not really it either. Pretty sure I know the answer to that one. It’s because love is so grand, of course.
The questions rolling through my mind were more of a play by play of my fantastic day. They went something like this.
Why did that yah-hoo at in the Walmart parking lot come within 5 inches of running into me with his window missing garbage sack flying dirty truck.
Yes, ma’am. It crossed my mind.
Why did that 50 pound bag of water softener salt split open when I was loading it into the back of my mini van and pour it’s grainy contents all over my groceries.
Can you blame a girl for wondering? Truly, can you. I’d just finished loading 4 other 50 pound bags of water softener salt into the back of my mini van. Shouldn’t that count for some kind of something wonderful?
Why is it that 5 year olds aren’t allowed to jump off the diving board or go down the big slide at the community pool, if they know how to swim?
A pretty lame thing to dwell on, I admit. But my boys CAN swim, you know. Cross my heart and hope to…well. We don’t want anyone to die I suppose. Which is most likely why they have the rule and all.
Why, oh why! do 99% of the sentences I hear in a day start with “Mom, will you…” or “Mom, can you…” and “Hey, Mom I really need you to…” and so on and so forth.
There are 5 of them, and only 1 of me you know.
And do you want to know the thing that was bothering me the most?
Why I would let myself get all grouchy and bothered on a day like this. It’s not like anything terrible happened. Just regular, hum drum, Plain Jane Ordinary, is all.
Would you be willing to let me blame it on wild and out of wack hormones. Please?
And that’s when I remembered, my friends.
Some days are just like that.
Even in Australia. (Name that book, anyone?)
Crossing my fingers that tomorrows Plain Jane Ordinary turns out to be better than todays Plain Jane Ordinary. 🙂
Say a prayer for my hormones, won’t you? Heaven knows they need all the help they can get.
Ha! It's from the kid book 'Alexander and the Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day'! LOVE reading your blog – as do many of my friends – and trying your amazing recipes! This bread your chicken gnoochi soup look DIVINE! THANKS!
Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day! One of my all time favorite childrens books, and I force fed it to both of my kids!! 🙂
This looks amazing! Hope you have a better day today!
I am a pesto-y kind of person!! This looks absolutely divine!!
Hope you have a better day today (I'm praying for your hormones!!!:))
It's nice to hear that we are not alone in this not so ordinary Plain Jane kind of day. Mine was last week–got my FIRST speeding ticket at age 41, had my mom come in to watch 4 of the six kids to go to a DR. appointment–got there to find out it was the day before. And so on…. Come on over and we can have a little self pity party (only let it last till the chocolate is gone…then we can celebrate the better Plain Jane kind of days) Look forward to trying the bread–looks delicious! Thanks for a good giggle!
a – those troublesome hormones… I soooooo feel your pain!
b – whatcha doing lugging those salt bags? that's a job I insist hubby do.
c – that yummy bread (and comfy slippers) make everything better!!
🙂
Jamie – just for a little friendly perspective. My kids are grown now. My youngest started university away from home and my oldest is in college here, but grown none the less. I try so hard some days to try to replay their little voices in my head, to have them back for just a couple more minutes. I would give anything to hear “mom, can I have a cookie” or “mom will you tie my shoes”. It would reduce me to tears. Those days flew by and there isn't anything to replace them. Give em a hug, and soak in those little voices today. Someday you'll want to hit rewind. Oh, and the bread looks amazing!
I so agree with Karen, I know raising my two sons (they are married now) I thought those horrible days would last forever on the day they were happening but soon all was forgotten and we were back to laughing and enjoying watching them grow…I too long for the days when they pestered me to death and begged and ask for silly stuff, God is good and has a great sense of humor for now He has given them boys of their own to raise and I get all the fun of being Grammie…and yes this bread is a must try for me….
I know it! Alexander's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (I think I remembered all the adjectives). I just recently introduced my 7 year old to that book – a favorite from my childhood and he really likes it too. In fact, we had to check out the other Alexander books from the library.
I LOVE pesto. It makes a plain sandwich or pasta delicious, so I can't wait to try this bread with a nice bowl of yummy pasta.
WHY do I have to wait until tomorrow to make this?
Thanks for sharing the crazy “every-day-ness” that is your life.