EDIT. to all my commenters. I really appreciate you guys. You have no idea how much I can feel your thoughts and prayers everyday. I know that Jesus Christ uses us as a body to help each other, and this is only one of the many ways he has proven that to me. Thank you for being my arm, or foot, or even eye; whatever part you want to be ;). Also I thought that smiley was clever because it is winking, aka the eye. Now, everyone should want to be the eye.
Today was one of the roughest days thus far. Pretty much, though I'll probably say that until tomorrow comes around.
I awoke later than usual, because Paco and Pancho's Dad told me that he would be taking them to school today. However, what is the first thing my phone alerts me of? That Pancho... Mr. I am always late and forgetful' has left me voicemails regarding that I am supposed to take him to school. Well, guess what buddy. It's too late, school started 20 minutes ago. So, I decided to basically pretend that I didn't get that message and hope that he either found a ride to school, or is basking in the glory of not having to go to school and playing Gears of War whatever all day long.
Then, my mother begins to hound me to call my doctor back. She called to discuss my medicine, but I, with my intense knowledge of all things, knew that the doctor wasn't going to make any real decisions without me in her office, so I was putting off calling back. So what does my mother do? Oh, call the doctor for me and then say she is going to hand the phone to me. It's like when I was 5 and I had to call someone to say thank you for the ridiculous knitted play thing.
Moral of that story, I am always right.
Then I went to Tuesday bible study to nanny. All things went well when Ashley and I chatted with N's mother. Then the 2 1/2 hour study time inched its way along with N hitting Zoey only twice. This is how following conversation goes:
"N, did you just hit Zoey"
"We do not hit Zoey, or anyone really"
"Yes what? No, N do we hit people?"
So then I go to pick up Paco from school with Zoey in tow. It's rainy day dismissal, also known as wait 30 extra minutes for your child to be escorted by a teacher and an umbrella to your car when it's sprinkling outside. Maybe it's just the skeptic in me?
Then he gets in the car and I ask him about picking up in the morning, and he basically gets mad at me and tells me that I am in trouble? I don't know where this came from, then he called his Mom to ask her, (this is the second time today that the invention of the phone is being glared at by me) and she says that it was a misunderstanding and not my fault.
Then we pick Pancho up and the boys are just being boys. They don't really care what I tell them to do, and every time i talk to them, its like talking to a brick wall. Then they throw their stuff on the ground and ask me to help them with their homework. Then proceed to get it out and look at me and say 'actually, it's not that hard, could you just do it for me?' UM. NO.
So now they are whispering to each other that I am obviously "pissed off". direct quote. And I just didn't know how to take that, so I pretended it didn't exist (this is twice today) and just played with Zoey.
Then I made a homemade pizza and salad for them, and they decided to scrutinize every aspect of it. By now, I'm basically humming to myself while leafing through my people magazine. And then, time was up, I got to come home. To a weird smell of cajun rice weirdness.
So now, I'm ranting. Rant over.
On the plus side, God was in control of today no matter how frantic or disheveled or even plain mad I got. Sometimes I wish I could control my thoughts better and face the problem head on, but most of the time I end up acting like a 3 year old. Also, I need to be finishing up my research paper, but pretty much everything sounds better than that right now. Even flossing.