On a Personal Note...

Are you a mom? Do you ever have a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very, VERY Bad Day?

Occasionally, I like (okay, need) to share a little piece of my heart -  a personal note - with you.

I am a deep sleeper. I mean VERY DEEP. I hear nothing, and little if anything awakes me . . . including my beep beep beeeeeeep

BEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEP alarm clock. I'm not sure why, it's just the way I'm made (I do awake rested tho).

Today, is the second day of Jr. High. Today is picture day on the second day of Jr. High. Today, I slept thru my alarm clock and it began as a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very, VERY BAD DAY!

I ran into my daughter, Jessica's room, indicating I slept thru the alarm (apparently so did she as her alarm clark was buzz, buzz BUZZING away!). I said, "class begins in 10 minutes, get up get ready, and you can eat breakfast on the way." Downstairs I ran, toasted a waffle, made the lunch (totally dismissed the coffee machine I so enjoy greeting each morning - no time today - not now anyway), looked at the clock and quietly thanked God we live only 3 minutes away by car - but promptly remembered the traffic of 1400 moms and dads driving their little newbies to Jr. High - we WILL NOT MAKE IT.

My soon 2 b 13 year old was righteously furious with mum because she had to blaze thru putting in her contact lenses, brush her long golden blond locks, and oh no time to care for the desired (okay NEEDED on picture day) necessities for a new teen, like a touch of blush, lip gloss and last look in the mirror.

Okay, WE CAN MAKE IT on time, we can do it! We exited thru the garage to the car, then, she bumped her beloved shayna punum (head!) rushing out the door and the flood gates opened.  OMG! The levy broke!

Now, as a mom I can acknowledge responsibility for when I mess up (and I am incredibly hard on myself when I do), but I know it is sooooo important and valuable for our kids when we say those sweet words, "I am sorry." I can do my all to think ahead, to plan ahead, to circumvent problems BEFORE they occur, to fill my wee one's tool box of life with all the required I-am-going-to-live-a-successful-life tools and then some, ya know, just in case . . . but the emotions of a 12-13 year old I cannot control, nor manage.  So, the tears poured, the contact lens was lost on the floor of the car (no she didn't put the cute little case with the drops/xtra lenses, etc in her back pack) sooooooooooooo as we approached the school, on time, but with tears, we had to turn around, return home to put in a replacement lens. She was late, on the second day of Jr. High, and it was picture day on the 2nd day of Jr. High, and first period was her scheduled picture time. OMG! I screwed up BIG TIME!

We both have lessons to learn from our Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very, VERY Bad Day: (1) I need to buy a new alarm clock, and never EVER oversleep again; and (2) my sweetpea and snickerdoodle needs to learn to pick up and use some of the tools in that Tool-Box'O-Life I try to fill up each day.

I guess somewhere along the way they do, don't they? Those who preceed me, please, tell me they do, please.

So, as I was going thru the myriad of paperwork that came home on the first day of jr. high, I ran accross a statement that I have paraphrased and created this sweet little reminder to post up on her magnet board above her desk to keep her organized (ooh, another one of those tools).  Hmm, wonder if she'll see it when she comes home.

And for me, and for you if you're a mom:

Now, I am off to take care of a million little other things today.

BIG SQUISHY HUGS - I think I may need one today too. Someday, this story will be funny.

lovingly, graciously, I am a real mom!

Terri

Comments

[Jennifer Scull]

sending BIG HUGS to you and your DD from way over here to both of you way over there! thank goodness that God puts the same number of 24 hours in each day, so that every one comes to an end.

and the sun will shine bright tomorrow morning! (especially with the help of a brand NEW LOUDER alarm clock!!! Grins!!) :)

[Kathryn Johnson]

Thank you, I needed to hear that, as I had a hard day with my son's 3rd day of preschool.

[Linda A.]

I love the concept of a "toolbox of life" - you're a wonderful Mom and a great inspiration! ((and I hope you were able to catch that overdue cup of coffee somewhere along the line on your terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day!

[Becky Olsen]

Wow, that is some kind of a day!
And yes, they do figure out those little bits and pieces and start putting them together in a meaningful way.
Hugs to you!
B-