And that’s how God made me. I’m not overly positive or strongly negative. I’m somewhere in the middle. I like to call it realism.
So, I’ll be the first to tell you that I don’t automatically laugh at some of the things that come my way. I also don’t run to the nearest bridge and heave a leg over.
I deal with it and the laughter comes later.
And then there are days that are made up of moments that form one hilarious calamity. And I can’t help it. I don’t process these days or over think them.
I just laugh.
Case in point: A constipated toddler. There is nothing funny about this, unless you are at someone else’s house. And of course, the point of reckoning happens in their bathroom and the explicit step-by-step vocabulary of the 2 yo can be heard throughout the house. There were tears and yelling and clapping (and my toddler even said a word or two).
But, please, let your imagination wander. It can’t come close to the actual experience.
Or my red face.
The same day my son returned from school with his class pictures. You know, the ones I forgot they were taking! When I saw the photograph, I hoped against hope, he had ART before the picture (note the black marker? paint? dirt? on his hands). I spent the rest of the afternoon wracking my brain trying to recall if he actually had a bath the night before.
Or my personal favorite: My child lost a tooth right before bed. I didn’t have a red cent to my name. And so, I borrowed money from the Girl Scout Cookie collection envelope.
And then I had to explain to my little Brownie why I’m wasn’t actually a thief, when she caught me red-handed.
P.S. The toddler has worked out her issues. Literally.
HI! I'm Kristen. I'm here to encourage you as a wife and mom and remind you there's a little bit of THAT family in all of us. I write books, run Mercy House and try to remember I am third (God first, others second). I'm glad you're here.