That's what my week has made me feel like. Y'all have all heard about the car incident.
Then Dell Harper was struck down by an ear infection (grumpiness starting Thursday, diagnosis Friday). My sweet girl does not get sick very often, so when she does. . .
The world is ending, y'all.
Also, Morgan got in a fender bender last week (rear-ended), so he has been in a rental car.
Oh, and Buddy got sprayed by a skunk Friday night.
And the temper tantrums brought on by not feeling good? I am attempting to combat a pesky fear that this is not feeling unwell, but instead a drastic personality change, but it keeps creeping into the back of my (tired) mind.
The child would not even eat a cookie tonight. She's going back to the doctor for sure if that kind of behavior continues.
Anyway, I am reminded of an old column of Erma Bombeck's about communicating with toddlers-
When I said "No," they giggled; "Not now," they bit me; "Come to Mama," they ran into
traffic; "Let me see what is in your hand," they ate it; "The strained lamb is good for you,"
they blew it back into my face.
Communicate with a toddler? I'd sooner take my chances with an untrained, excited
puppy on a new white carpet.
Sing it sister!
Anyway, tomorrow is a new day. I'm off for a vat of wine, hot bath and a nap. Probably simultaneously.
Also, I owe so many people emails. Please forgive me. I am wading through my correspondence, after a deadly combination of summer lassitude and vacation bible school exhaustion. Oh, and the aforementioned toddler.