Getting three kids ready for school was a series of unfortunate events: unfinished homework, misplaced lunch money, a throat supposing it was too sore to attend school. Then there was a malfunctioning home phone requiring a repairman who can't come until tomorrow. And to cap off the whole thing I was on the New Moon side of a hormonal cycle (rarely my best side).
Some one graffitied up the freezer (someone old enough to sign her work, but not old enough to understand the term "incriminating evidence.") I hate cleaning up graffiti.
To improve my mood I took the Artist and a playmate to McDonalds. I called my friend Sandy to meet me there because I needed a friend. I am always cheered by Sandy and her Uggs from Australia. But she didn't wear them. I left the Arches still feeling crappy.
I yelled at my kids and I hate yelling. I think my kids wanted me in Australia. Blake ordered me to shower and go to bed at 9 p.m. As I scrubbed the nasty mood off my skin I realized it was Groundhog Day. Goodness! I hoped I didn't wake up to that day ever again. Not a day I wanted to ever repeat. Not that one.
But what day would I want Groundhogged?
My wedding? No. Weddings are special because they only happen just the once. (Hopefully.)
Maybe I would like to Groundhog an afternoon on the beach in Hawaii when I was a BYU-Hawaii student. But then again, when I was on that beach, Blake was a shivering, Dutch-speaking missionary on the other side of the world. I would rather repeatedly relive a day that has him in it.
Actually it would be fun to relive a high-school date with Blake: Once we bought a Weekly World News and took it to Arctic Circle where we read it and ate waffle fries. We were funny, thin, young, and naive about how naive we were. Good times.
I could do that day again. Not forever. Just once or maybe twice. But I would too quickly miss my kids and want a day as busy and full and hectic as yesterday.
Minus the cranky.
8 comments:
Holland is a smart girl. She'll find herself a good lawyer that will provide some reasonable doubt. But if she knows whats good for her she'll still wear that adorable little face to trial...
Australia? You should have watched the movie Australia. Hugh Jackman would surely improve your mood.
Have your Groundhog day be in Australia. How about that? BTW, sorry about your bad day. I always seem to turn into a crazy woman just before my New Moon too.
I forgot it was Groundhog day too.
Craptacular is now in my vocabulary.
Na, just leave it. There will come a day when it will bring a smile to your face to see it there!
Love the booky references, my well read friend. I'd groundhog my entire courtship with Ben if I could. But you're right, I'd miss my kiddos eventually!
I'm sorry I did not wear my Uggs that day, you should have called and told me, I would have run home for you :)
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