It's just been one of those days.
You know...those days.
All it does is rain here. Rain, rain, rain. The green surrounding me is so blindingly bright that I'm thisclose to praying for Autumn's orange-tinged hues.
OK, so I'm not ready for fall. I'm just ready for sun. And hot weather. So that my girls are not stuck indoors. And so I can do some summer reading out by the pool. The rain is messing with my poolside reading schedule and I'm a bit like an impertinent child, stamping my feet because I'm inside these four walls.
in the span of about an hour...
*One child spilt peach tea (aka it leaves an impenetrable stain) all over the rug while the other tee-tee'ed in one of our bar chairs. She is potty-trained, or so I thought.
*My husband's early mid-life crisis automobile broke down in the hospital parking lot. I had to leave 2 stove eyes burning and garlic bread baking in the oven to go fetch him. Reluctantly. Just being honest.
*The garlic bread burnt. We ate it anyway.
*I burnt my forearm trying to salvage said garlic bread from a 400 degree oven. Dangit.
* In the middle of all this, one of my BFF's from college tried to contact me via Yahoo Messenger. I had to tell her, "Hi--in the middle of a crisis--talk to you later!" I felt like a dog for dismissing her in such a manner. Becky, I love you.
*My marinara tasted off. I must have added too much Cabernet to it. Love me through this admission.
*Oh, and while on the way to rescue Scott from the hospital parking lot, some redneck in an old Ford truck spit tobacco juice out his window. It landed on my MomVan. I was not tailgating. He just had mad projection skills. Um...hi...that is beyond gross.
*Let me also mention that earlier in the day the sky turned black. The heavens opened and once again we prepared for the flood. Libbey and I were trying to watch High School Musical 3, yet the power kept going on and off. Come on, people. That's. Just. Rude. Zac Efron deserves better.
Gratuitous Zac shot. You're welcome.
*Due to the storm, my yard now looks like Beirut. I haven't the time nor the inclination to remove all the weeds, debris, and fallen leaves/limbs that are littering what was once my garden mecca. It makes me tired just thinking about it.
So in the midst of my afternoon turmoil, I found myself repeating the adage, "Too blessed to be stressed...I'm too blessed to be stressed..."
But I was stressed anyway. Honestly is the best policy, folks. And we've all been there, right?
Therefore I'm going to bed early, after spending some well-earned time in a very hot bubble bath, reading my latest novel, while listening to Melody Gardot. (She is the cure for what ails...kid you not.) I need a sublime ending to a subpar day. Seriously.
And how has your day been?
p.s. Also as effective as bubbles and the stirrings of Melody Gardot...a good friend, who sends the most hysterical text the minute I need it. Lauren, I thank you...I love you...and I'm craving a Nathan's hot dog right now. You know why.