Monday, August 25, 2008

When it rains it pours

Ever start out a day with the highest hopes and then one disaster leads to another? The girls both woke up too early this morning and then again early and cranky from too short of naps. What do you do with them? I went outside and hung a load of wash out, but both of them were just terrible outside. They were whiny, they were just too much to handle. It was time for a walk. I stuffed some snacks in the stroller, herded them out the door and we were off to kill some time, gain a better perspective on life, and hopefully have some fun.

It was not meant to be. About 1/2 a mile down the road it started to sprinkle. I've walked in the rain plenty of times, no big deal. Emma was riding her bike singing her heart out and we kept going. Then it started to down-pour. We don't get a lot of tropical storms in this region, okay, Oregon is not actually tropical at all. But we had one today. For this weather phenomenon I will start at "A" and name it Tropical Storm Albert. I dashed under some trees by the side of the road with Mandy in the stroller and Emma now on foot, leaving the bike on the side of the road. Albert lasted and lasted, pouring down rain and the trees were providing little shelter. We were all soaked to the skin (Mandy was just soaked a little on her feet, but she still whined about it). I called my beloved and he said he had the same storm and it just ended, probably a 20-30 minute "shower." No, no, this is not just a shower, it is Tropical Storm Albert. Also, I realized too late that we were standing in a lovely grove of Poison Oak -- my arch enemy and the cause of last summers face blow-up and horrible suffering. I decided to make a break for it, stashed Emma's bike in the bushes for pick up later and I loaded the girls up and ran in my squishy sandals, both girls crying and howling the whole way home.

I had my camera along because I thought I would take pictures of the girls in the sunflower field down the road. The weather was fine when we left. Instead I captured our misery.

At home, my patience, outlook, mood, and perspective had not improved. I jumped in the shower with both girls (not advisable) to scrub the Poison Oak oils off and was treated to more crying and gnashing of teeth. Finally dressed and ready for the world, they were still whining and crying, they weren't hungry, they weren't tired, just annoyed at life and so was I. I looked at the clock and it was 4pm. You've got to be kidding me. 4pm? 4pm? 4 more hours until bed. I made some dinner and decided to take it to my husband who was plowing and who completely spoiled me by coming home at decent hours last week. He told me he wouldn't be home until after 8pm.

I was in the kitchen, throwing things together, yelling at Emma for spilling about a gallon of water on the floor and then throwing my sweatshirt in it to "clean it up" when I yelled, "I am not in a good mood. Everyone needs to just leave me alone." She responded with, "I want you in a good mood. Please don't roar (yell) at me." Me: "I don't know how to be in a good mood right now. The house is a mess, Mandy is crying, and I just want to get out of here." Her little wise response, "God can make you happy. Just ask." Where does this kid get these things? Her mother must be amazingly brilliant and never has an attitude problem.


10 comments:

Linds and Manda said...

What was today...International "Wake Up on the Wrong Side of the Bed" day? Liam had temper tantrums today that I didn't know were possible. I was looking after a couple extra little ones today for a friend and they were great. Of course Liam and Lincoln didn't see eye to eye every minute but things were going well until just before lunch. Something...I'm still not sure exactly what...sent Liam into a tailspin. Lindsay and a friend (father of the kids I was looking after) came home for lunch to a wonderfully happy place...NOT! I had managed to get the Koop kids inside with hopes of getting lunch together but Liam was still sitting on the drive way yelling, grunting, screaming. As he was doing this out of the Ad building walks Lindsay. I look across the road with a "help me" look and welcome him home with a "welcome to hell". Okay, it wasn't that bad but Liam went on to cry for another half an hour. Oh the joys. I too hope that the sun comes out tomorrow...inner sun that is. :) We didn't have rain today...it was in the 90s. Today's activities also clinch it...we will probably stop at 2 kids.

Ratzlaff Reflections said...

I can't BELIEVE someone stole it! Makes me so mad!!

Sara said...

Poor you for such an awful day, poor Emma for losing her precious bike. What a rough time! I can feel your pain through your writing.

In the scope of life, these things that happened today are petty and will mostly likely be funny after awhile...but they are so difficult and frustrating to go through at the time. Praying that the sun will shine tomorrow for you.

Grace said...

I'm so sorry! These days can be so hard ( although I've never had a bike stolen!!). Sometimes it's so hard to remember all the amazing joys of being a mom and wife when everything seems to be out of control. It's easy to wonder about these precious treasures hand crafted for us by God! Praise God these days pass! My best solution ( sorry if I sound cliche!) practice active thankfulness, for anything you can come up with!!!

Annie said...

Wow! To steal a little girls bike is the lowest of the low! I'm so sorry.

april said...

I love your descriptive writing! I know that most of it was NOT suppose to be funny but you had me cracking up out loud at work. I do hope you have a better day. And I'm so sorry to hear about Emma's bike :(

Kelly said...

NOT THE BIKE!?! I guess we can all be more thankful for those "good days" not that everthing goes perfectly (duh) but that it doesn't feel like the whole world is out to get you! Run the race with perseverence to perfect your faith!

Cathy said...

Wow...what a day you had. When you think it can't get any worse...boom, someone steals a little girls bike. Good thing we can start fresh in the morning!

Dan & Hillary and little Russell said...

So Emma thinks you 'roar?' I can imagine those days;-) Sorry about the bike, too...

Andee said...

Interesting how easy it is too come unglued all over my kids for no reason and leap to their defence in the next breath. Whoever took that little girl's bike had better be worried. I need a running buddy!