today i feel like a raincloud

a big fat gray one.

ever have one of those days?

i am usually such an optimist. so sunny. i even know i go over the top every so often.

once, i even picked up a dog on the highway. checked it's tag and when i read the name barbara walter got my brain wrapped around the idea that maybe, just maybe (in a million years) this was actually THE barbara walters dog. and she would be so thankful that she would handsomely compensate me for the fact that i saved her rotten dog, who tried to fight my dogs and peed in my car. yeah. of course it wasn't. the real barbara walter barely came to get that dog and didn't so much as mutter thanks as she peeled out of the driveway.

today has been such a drag.

the laundry pile is three times as big as my daughter. HUGE.













the kids ground goldfish and kix into the carpet. again. and every time i turn around mia's bottle is dripping into the carpet.













i just get worked up over little things and can't stop thinking/worrying/getting mad. do you have whole arguments in your head over something said and what you wish you had the nerve to say? i totally do. and this mainly is ruining my day. pray for me, if you will.

mia is into this whole indignant groan/scream thing. buckling her into her car seat. telling her "no" when she is screeching. taking a book away from her because she is tearing it. not allowing her to climb the stairs. each time results in this LOUD arrrrrgh from her. i don't even know what to do about it.

and hen is throwing fits. full out eyes full of tears, jump up and down stomping OR throwing herself on the floor fits. if i tell her it's not allowed to climb on the counter and stuff peppermints into her cheeks. or if i tell her she can't take a toy from mia. or if i tell her to come over and help me clean up all the 36 cookie cutters on the floor. also accompanied by "uh uh, mommy. no ma'am, mommy. no take henny's mints away!" the time out chair is getting a workout.

but we went to costco- a true testament to patience and mothering skills. and thank goodness for florence and the machines. "shake it out" came on the radio. and she's right- it is hard to dance with the devil on your back.

(can't figure out how to put in a youtube video. working on it. click the song above to hear it.)

i made some banners to hang in the bathroom, by the kitchen sink, by my computer. shake it off.