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One of Those Days

One of Those Days

Wednesday, July 13, 2016 Adrian Wood Comments (1)

One of Those Days

We all have them, just admit it. And we have quite a few fortunately or unfortunately, depending on one's mood or sense of humor. Mine has been quite good lately so that is something. Today was one of those days, fun and full of mishaps.

  1. In a moment of weakness, I unwrapped a tampon for Amos. He was so excited with his discovered treasure after scavenging under the bathroom cabinet and I would have never guessed that he thought it was an edible treat.
  2. A plethora of cousins set up shop at the beach yesterday and emerged from the rough sharky ocean one at a time to use the bathroom late yesterday. I suffered the aftermath today with an old fashioned plunger and that image I will leave with you and the word splashing.
  3. It looks like someone has vomited an obscene amount of Calico Critter, Playmobil, and Legos all over the living room floor.
  4. My oldest son screamed like a banshee when I innocently sprayed him with the dangerous aerosol sunscreen; how was I to know his arms and chest were covered in scratches from hiding in the bushes during Cops and Robbers last night?
  5. I was nice and picked up lunch from El's for my ungrateful children and Russell is now in his room after chucking a hot dog at me; he doesn't like red ones evidently.
  6. I worried about what I was going to eat all day and that always means things never end well. No one has ever imagined what would taste good and then ended up eating a salad dressed with oil and vinegar. Shrimp burger, onion rings and French fries and a discarded cheeseburger. Yech.
  7. My children are desperate for real baths that don't leave them wreaking of chlorine; they woke up with either dread locks or hair caked shiny with sunscreen on salt.
  8. My dad tracked dog doo up the steps which I then had to surreptitiously clean up without complaining or yelling at someone because I was sure it was my dog's doo that no one had cleaned up in the first place. To tell would mean throwing myself under the bus.
  9. My 8 year old son required an ocean rescue by a beach friend and I sat chatting and thinking he was a faker.
  10. Amos was running naked in the yard and I sent my oldest to fetch him and then I heard him hysterical again (remember the scratches and sunscreen?) and Amos was standing in the door way and poor big brother behind him, his fresh clean shirt covered in poop. He he.

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Anonymous commented on 15-Jul-2016 11:46 AM
You always make my day! Thank you, Adrian!

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