Surviving THAT Day

Today has been THAT day.  You know the one.  It's the day where nothing actually goes really, truly, terribly wrong but nothing really goes right either.  Since it's Wednesday, it's too far in to blame it on Monday and still not far enough in to really let the weekend act as a buffer.  Ugh.  Just THAT day, all day.

#5 was home from school sick.  Not sick enough for the doctor's office or urgent care (thankfully); but, sick enough that he needed constant attention all day.  No fever or anything, just coughing and a really, really runny nose.  Lots of lovely sneezes in Mommy's face.  Eh, whatever.  I'm just glad that he's feeling better and is sleeping peacefully now, my poor little man.

#4 came home from school all bummed out because he had gotten a 96 on a test he was SURE he had aced.  Someone else in the class had gotten a 97 - which irritated his competitive ego just a touch.  Don't get me wrong, I am NOT that mom that drives and drives her kids to "perfection" like they're work mules - I do try to instill in them a sense of independence and confidence; try to help them balance a healthy respect for reality while maintaining a good heart.  But, this boy, this one has such a natural sense of himself.  He has the most amazing light in his eyes, it truly makes me proud.  But, I have to remind him sometimes that achievements come in many forms and perfection is an illusion.  I don't want him to drive himself so hard he has ulcers at 30.

#3 turned 16 this week.  She's tall and lovely.  She's a 16 year-old girl.  Enough said. *le sigh*

#2 spent the morning studying and the rest of the time on the Xbox - all day.  All day.  All day long.  She's asleep now because she has class early tomorrow.  The Xbox is finally turned off.  I think I can hear it quietly weeping in exhausted relief in her room...

#1 and her sprog are doing their thing.  They live around the corner from us.  It's quite close.  It doesn't make me worry about them a single iota less - but I won't tell if you don't.

I worked very early this morning so that I could be back home before my husband had to go to work.  I got everything done and was back in the door in just under two hours.  I was actually a bit proud of myself for getting everything done in such a quick turn around.  I walk in the door and my lovely husband and coughing, snotty son met me at the door - wondering why I had been gone so long. 

We got the husband off to work, I snuggled up the little man and then the phone started ringing.  It just didn't stop.  For the next three hours, there was another call every ten minutes or so.  Some needed to be taken care of, some were just chatty bullshit, and some were a waste of time.  (Did you know that YOU too can get solar panels installed for less than you might think?)

See?  Nothing terrible.  Just THAT day.  All day.

Days like this, the ones that are just off, are one of the reasons that I like to work with the fiber arts.  The feel of some soft and luscious yarn in my hands; the sense of accomplishment when I create something new; the rhythmic characteristics of knitting, crochet, weaving, spinning and/or tatting all have a positive effect on THAT day.  I have some fabulous baby alpaca that I've been saving for a day just like THIS day.

Here's to a Thursday that rocks!