It's going to be one of "those" days.

When a cup of coffee can best be described as heinous, you know it's bad. Did you ever see the movie BIG with Tom Hanks? Remember the scene where he ate the baby corn and found the taste appalling, thus proceeding to wipe his tongue with his fingers and a napkin in the middle of a fancy shindig? Well, that was me this morning, wiping gritty coffee grinds off my tongue like a toddler who despises your best cooking efforts. And mind you, these were sniper coffee grinds. They struck without warning, nary a floater to be seen in the top of my cup. In a word, gross!

I went from that little crimp in my day to baby Brandon and his "crimpy" diaper (a quick check of a Thesaurus reveals synonyms for "crimp" to be flop, pinch, drop and flow, all of which would fit our diaper scenario this morning). Brandon had a flop in his diaper, a pinch, he dropped something alright, there was definitely a flow. Yes, you can safely assume my cue ball had a "crimp" in his diaper.

And somehow, in the midst of all this "stuff" chipping away at my morning sunshine, I failed to notice that no, there isn't any sunshine at all. In fact, it's snowing like crazy out there. I have not yet recovered (physically or psychologically) from the 8 or 9 inches we got a few days ago. I mean, there's only one lane open to get out of our driveway (which I opened), thanks to the zealous plow guy who swept our cul-de-sac with his backhoe and conveniently deposited most of the pile in front of the last driveway as you head back out of the circle. Uh, that driveway would be MINE! And yes, you read me right. Plow guy did not have a truck with a plow on it. He had a backhoe.

Carl has an injury that prevents him from shoveling for awhile so that load is on my back (literally). I look at 3 foot high snowbanks on both sides of my drive and see my hard work, a bottle of Advil and a future bout of Kyphosis (humpback, if you will). And so the snow is again flying today (sigh). Did I mention that the only shovel we own has not a metal but rather a plastic "scoopy thing" and it's cracked? Always pushing the envelope, I am (it's a family gift). And that blasted shovel better hold too, because the only backup plan I have involves a few sand shovels, a few of my kids and knowledge of our state's child labor laws (no, I'm not serious just in case anyone mistakes me as such).

Anyway, somehow I have to manage keeping up with the accumulating snowfall, homeschooling my kids, caring for our 2 month old, making dinner (oops, forgot to set anything out last night; surprise of surprises) and getting to the grocery store in spite of the inclement weather.

Clearly, it looks like it's going to be one of "those" days. I'm challenging myself this very minute to look at my glass as half full, because I know it truly is. But that may get a little tricky if I smile at a stranger in the grocery store who exclaims, "You have something in your teeth," whereby I shamelessly pick to discover (yep, you guessed it) yet another grind. Now have a nice day (and pray for me while you're at it).