I woke up this morning to hubby's alarm clock blaring away with him still sound asleep beside me... FML moment number 1, so I kick his ass out of bed and go back to sleep. 20 minutes later, in he walks to tell me that his van is still acting up (the ignition was sticking last night but he thought he knew what to do to make it work, well he was wrong) but he was going to figure it out.... Well geez, thanks for waking me up for that news flash. 10 minutes later, he's back, it's still not working but I'm going to keep tyring. Then go do it! I only have another half hour max before the kids wake up. I give him my suggestion then roll over and try to get back to sleep. 15 minutes later he's back, yet again, finally agreeing to try my suggestion and apparently inform me of this, and I hear the kids. YAY! My last 45 minutes of sleep broken and interrupted, so I'm bitchy, FML moment/hour number 2. Finally he gets it to work and off he goes to work, late but he's going.
Day continues as normal and we get ready to head off to school and do some grocery shopping while Kenyon's at school. Everything's going good and I'm thinking, "well the day started off shitty, but at least it's improving". We finish our errands and head back to pick Kenyon up from school, get out of the van and everything's as usual, in fact we're even early. We grab Kenyon from school and I pack the kids into the van to head home, shut the sliding door after buckling Kenyon only to realize that it wasn't ice falling off the van when I slammed the door, the back freaking window smashed from the cold weather. Not only does that suck, I find out from every shop that I call, that no one can fix it until tomorrow at the earliest. FML moment number 3. We made the freezing 5 block trip home and I was about ready to have a drink (mind you I didn't since it was only noon lol).
The day went on to involve me getting poop on myself from dirty diapers, spilling an entire cup of water (closer to the size of a Big Gulp cup) all over myself, the couch and carpet and then burning myself while cooking dinner.
Ya, I know, will this bitch fest ever end? How does this relate to your journey? Well here it is, normally after a day like this, I would have waited until five o'clock on the dot, pour myself a drink and indulge in something sweet or some other treat, but I didn't. I had a glass of water and grabbed myself a bowl of yogurt. Not quite what I wanted but it satisfied me and I didn't eat anything crappy.
Might not be a big victory but I count it as one regardless; it's a step in the right direction.
Now, I'm going to sleep and will wake up to a better day!
Stop worrying about the potholes in the road and celebrate the journey!- Barbara Hoffman
Ugh. I would have drank. :-)
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