Some days we marvel at just how many things can go wrong.
I was crabby to begin with, waking up with a headache, then sad at hearing of the death today of a great and godly man. That turned into frustration at children not following their chore lists and leaving the kitchen a scrambled egg disaster after breakfast. My mood was poor through no fault of the kids, but life wasn’t going easy on me. If you’ve never seen what eight kids can do to a kitchen in ten minutes with 18 scrambled eggs, let me assure you, it’s phenomenally horrendous.
Then Charlotte’s homemade slime from co-op fell into the heat vent cover, dripping everywhere. She removed the vent cover to clean it up and Sterling dropped his flarp.(Think farting silly putty… His newfound love and prize from yesterday’s co-op Christmas party.) Just that fast, the flarp rolled down the heat ductwork and out of sight… And reach. Getting it out required taking apart the ductwork in the basement and a very long vacuum hose.
School was a fight to finish, and one dear child couldn’t concentrate no matter what. What should have taken minutes took hours to finish instead.
Supper prep was one mess and spill after another.
We found the deli meat and cheese in the pantry instead of the fridge, warm and ruined.
Liberty dropped a fork down the same heat vent. Thankfully, forks don’t roll as well as flarp.
Ruby tripped and shattered the glass light globe/cover that’s down to allow for Christmas lights to use the outlet on the front porch.
Blaine has to work late. There’s no respite coming before bedtime.
It’s hard to keep your head up after awhile. You just wait for what’s next to fall, break, or spill.
At a moment of, eh, why not? Stellan got his first cupcake, a leftover from yesterday’s Christmas party. Turns out, it takes baby #8 to make me throw rules to the wind and feed a baby sugar. But the red pasta sauce/chocolate cake combo was funny, as was Stellan’s reaction to such sugary delights. It lightened everyone’s mood, and the day ended on a funny note.
A quick clip of Stellan’s antics are in this video if you need a smile.
Stellan’s high chair cover and straps are in the washer. They fought the good fight and lost to chocolate cake. What a way to go.
Choosing joy. Not easy. Not natural. So worth it.