One of Those Daze

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I am really enjoying relaxing today.  Well, mostly.  I have a horrible cramp in my upper/middle back that just will NOT go away completely.  It started out so bad that breathing hurt.  And bending/reaching was NOT even remotely possible.  It's better enough now that I can be on the computer.  I was able, thankfully, to make it through church, but then spent the rest of the day horizontal.  Yikes.

But boy, was it a restful day!  Guess God thought I needed a total day of rest.  And as long as I was horizontal, it didn't hurt much.  Now just hoping and praying it's gone by tomorrow so I can enjoy the holiday with my family.

Looking back at my last post...ahem...{some bloggers would have deleted or never posted such night-time silliness, but hey! we're keeping it real here, right?} I realize I never actually posted what that day was like.  And I thought you should read it lest you think I never have bad days. *smile*

It was one of those days where you seem to run all day.  Partly in place.  But still running.  I did share that I was disappointed in my slaving-over-a-hot-stove canning salsa results {which actually turned out to be a kid-pleaser, so I shouldn't have been so down on it, but I was}.  That lead to the most frustrating part of my day. 

I was working like gang busters to finish the salsa before we {Summer, Jaden & I} had to leave for preschool open house for Summer.  I was hot.  sweaty.  tired. and looked it.  THEN I remembered I had yet to fill out the lovely forms that I was supposed to turn in at the open house.  BUMMER!  Hurry hurry hurry. 

Got it done, and tried to make something out of myself without a shower, with only minutes to go.  Looking in the mirror I wondered, what's better?  To be a little late or look like I was rode over by a truck?  I went for something in between.

Insert Summer.  She was dressed cute, however wanted {of course} to wear her bright pink socks {not a lick of pink on her} and her tennis shoes that totally did not match.  Momma was not in the mood and told her she had to wear her sandals, which I had in my hands. 

Insert screaming fit.

Insert Momma thinking, why oh why did I pick this battle!?!?  I knew better.  Isn't this open house thing supposed to be FUN for her?  But yet I picked it, so I practically sat on her to get her sandals on, while telling her a thing or two.

Run the two out to the van.  Phone call from Brandy that he's going to be late, he'll meet me there.  Shianne's in charge of the other kiddos {preschool is two blocks away}. Convince screaming Summer to get.in.her.seat.and.get.tied.

Run down the basement fridge cuz at this rate I'll never make it alive without a Dt. Mountain Dew.

Make it to preschool.  Deep breaths.  Deep breaths.  Summer has somewhat calmed down, but now of course convinced that preschool is an awful place.  Fighting Bad Mommy image.

Standing outside the van door.  Keeping Jaden off the road.  Balancing paperwork and open can of pop while trying to convince Summer to get out of the van.  Cell phone rings.  Better answer it, it's from Home.  Can't I be gone 2 minutes without a phone call?  Spill pop all down my shirt while answering phone.  Seriously, all down my shirt.  So much for looking good. 

Shianne's on the phone.  Sierra's screaming in the background.  Gabe bumped into her and her hand went directly in the middle of a just-out-of-the-oven pizza.  Let me talk to her.  You ok honey?  Do I need to come home?  Dad should be there in a few minutes, are you ok??  Run some cold water on it, ok? 

She assured me she would be ok.  I walk my sticky self into preschool with Summer firmly attached to my right leg.  Jaden runs in and plays and Summer stays next to me, quietly sobbing.

Brandy showed up for the last sentence.  Oops. At least he could tell me Sierra was fine.

Summer adjusted.  Her wonderful preschool teacher invited the couple of scared crying kids to visit preschool a couple days later without all those scary grown-ups there.  And Summer's Momma apologized to her for getting upset over a pair of shoes.  Although we did talk a little about having such a tantrum.

So THAT my friends, is what prompted the rambling post of last Wednesday.  Hope to post fun pictures soon!  Now...I need to get horizontal again.

Happy Labor Day!