Loving the Unlovable
I was pretty unlovable yesterday.
Cranky, residual drug lethargy and I’m sure PhilBillPaul could add a few more choice words in describing my behavior.
Did I mention I’m a wuss in the pain category?
Grumpiness may have been triggered by hunger, a sticky toaster lever, someone eating my natural peanut butter without asking (two giant jars in pantry for those who have informed me “we are NOT trying to eating healthy MOM…”) and the shooting pains of my weenie 10 stitches.
The flip out came when I saw Scary Baby with my Deluxe Yahtzee game. I have an unnatural and unhealthy obsession with keeping my games from childhood to adulthood in pristine condition.
I’m not blaming Junebug but I will say there were a few memorable days where we hunted for that ONE missing puzzle piece or a game token or a box lid that mysteriously disappeared.
My children do not share my addiction for keeping games in order and put away in their boxes they way they came. Go figure.
Side note: The Grunter shares my addiction. Something about being September Virgos. Not that we are into astrology.
I seriously adore the fact that they all love to play board games. Especially in today’s video and computer world.
But I’m well aware of the mixed message of me snapping when they touch my games without asking and furthermore do not put them away properly.
So yes, I snapped.
And it only got worse when PhilBillPaul opened up one of the game cabinets and there were loose cards and the Taboo game buzzer was NOT in the box.
Breathe, Sherra, breathe.
After a shrieking fit (I wish I could think of a nicer way to say it but let’s call a spade a spade), I made some toast and retreated to my room.
The x*nax had clearly worn off.
Which left PhilBillPaul sorting cards and taping broken box lids with packing tape.
And Scary Baby was upstairs crying because we sent her friend home because we also discovered her room was a wreck and the rule since birth has been “Work Before Play” which meant her room should have been cleaned up before she had a guest.
About an hour later, a brave soul pecked on my bedroom door. Scary Baby said,
“Hi Momma. Lizzie and I made you this.”
Raspberries, strawberries, blackberries, milk, sugar and ice.
Love in a glass.
With a bendy straw.
Crappy Mother – 0
Darling Children – 1
How’s your summer going?
I thought I heard the screech of your voice yesterday! It was you!
This story is amazing! They had to learn that unconditional love from someone – good job!!!
Even when you aren’t feeling well you can make me laugh! I’m glad to know that your in such good hands. And, knowing you, you’ll make it up to them a hundred times over.
FYI – I DON’T like this lavendar in the box. Can’t tell when I fill it in. Sorry you had a bad day. Hope today is better and I bet you make it up to them too. We’ve had a couple of days like that over here as well. My kids informed me I was “psycho mom!” so you might have to share the title, lol!
Had a pretty good day today at the pool with friends.
Missed you last night at the alumni banquet. Folks were asking about you.
Wow. That story is kind of like staring at the Grand Canyon—you’re left without words. God shows up in the most amazing places.
Thanks to all for nice comments. I am back in the boat today and maybe I’ll even break out the Yahtzee game and Scary Baby and I can play.
Kids never cease to amaze me. Great story!
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