You had a bad day (haven't we all).

Shhhh!
Hear him?
Listen more closely...

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around

Why, thank you, Daniel Powter.
Because okay, yes. Yes, some of us have had a bad day.
Just little stuff, ya know? Nothing to set the pants aflame. Just those little moments that bring an element of challenge to any one of us as we go about the details of our day.

Take hubs, for example. Yesterday we were busy taking care of small errands and details that need to be completed in the next few days. The tone in our home was light. Everyone was having a pretty darn good day. Then, heard from the upstairs hallway, "Uh Tone, we have a problem."

You know how you just know? I knew. Water. Some sort of water problem. Because upstairs' have toilets, sinks, tubs, air condensor thingies, and kids. Need Isay more? Yeah, swell.

Well, it was the air condensor thingy. We called our thingy serviceman (it was about 10pm at night) and he assured us that we were in no immediate danger of flooding (never mind the full drip pan of water, and the water that continued to pour out of the air condensor thingy). He also said he couldn't send a guy out that night so "just hit the pvc pipe and that usually unclogs the line."
Swell.
Jis' whack'er reaaal good.
Now there's a prevention plan to avoid thousands of dollars in water damage. I am thankful to say that we have not yet flooded (because apparently, banging on pvc pipe is a viable action to take when one's condensor thingy is leaking). The guy will be here tomorrow. Thank goodness.

Then there was my little faux pas discovered today. It involves a trip to the grocery store Sunday night and an overlooked bag discovered in the van today. We don't buy meat, but we do buy Smart Ground, a soy based crumble that can be used in place of meat in recipes. It's a bit pricey. And naturally, it has to be refrigerated.
So much for that purchase.
Bye bye, Smart Ground.
(Sing it, Daniel Powter).

Reece's bad "day" has actually been a string of days lately. He has a loose front tooth that has been dangling for quite some time now. He looks like Nanny McFee's grandson, yet won't let his dad touch the tooth. No hurry though, I suppose, since that dang fairy has forgotten twice in the past few days to deliver the requisite coins to Cierah for completing her rendition of Nanny Mc-C McFee as well. We smoothed that one over for Cierah though, explaining the difficult job the fairy has, what with being grounded in heavy storms and all (of which we've had several recently.)

And Brandon has definitely had a recent bad day. Or two. Yesterday, I heard him crying from the upstairs (our playroom is located there). I went to see what had happened. Apparently during his workout, he was physically injured. I know I've been injured a time or two while working out so I was completely sympathetic.

What?

Yes, that's correct. Brandon is only three years old. But according to him, he and Reece were "working out" and Brandon got "huwt." No more P90X commercials as substitutes for phys ed. around here.

That wasn't Brandon's only bad day either. He started 3 year old teeball last Saturday. They were only 10 minutes into practice when a screaming match could be heard on the field.
"I'm fwee years old."
NO! I'm fwee years old."
Yes, Brandon and another little sweetie were attempting to own three.
I did my best to assure him there was, is, and always will be enough of three to go around.
I'm not so sure he bought it.
("Yes, I know, but I'm still only just fwee.")
I thought I heard him humming Daniel Powter's song just about then.

And Cierah, she had a recent bad day too. We tried a Mongolian stir-fry restaurant on the north side of town (I looooooove Mongolian stir-fry for the record). If you've never done Mongolian stir-fry, you select all your ingredients in the raw state, pile them in you bowl, then add your favorite asian sauces and marinades. The khans then cook your dish on a hot grill and away you go to savor the goodness.

So, Cierah had eaten her first plate of food and decided to go back for just a salad.
After gathering her favorite toppings and dressing, she returned to our table and began to eat. I was chatting with her about something when all of a sudden her eyes widened and she exlaimed with a bit of panic, "Uh oh! I forgot to have him cook it first."

I sooo wanted to giggle out loud, but my dear daughter seriously didn't get it. So, calmly I said, "Honey, you're only eating salad. It doesn't need cooking first." You 70's and 80's tv viewers like myself, think Chrissie Snow on Three's Company. Cierah let out a giggle as she realized the hilarity of the moment. That would have been one wilted salad had she stir fried it.

It seems Olivia's the only one whose week has gone fairly status quo. I'm thinking we all need to hum Daniel Powter's song while she belts out the lyrics for us. But then, if the windows are open, I fear the neighbors might feel compelled to board the "had a bad day" bandwagon (let's just say my family is a tad bit weak in the area of musical giftedness, uh hem.)

Hope your week is going a little better. In all seriousness, I see the humor in those moments and grately appreciate that I do. I recieve the ability to see humor in ordinary moments as a gift. And I fully stand on the promises of God and deeply appreciate the perspective that scripture brings to my daily life. So we had a bad day. It'll get better. They usually do.

Matthew 11:28-30
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."

Toni