Today "bitch" prevails on my slate

This post is in response to my previous post about how I was planning to spend Lent this year.

6:00 AM--Awake to my daughter screaming something in a language that no person being yanked from a Matt Damon dream could understand. Word on my slate: Crabby

6:05 AM--Daughter has finished two cups of chocolate almond milk and wants to pretend that we are sharks swimming in the ocean, otherwise known as the hardwood floor. I indulge her despite my aching PMS boobs. Word on my slate: Goofy

8:20 AM--Trying to get daughter ready for day care while waiting for the Molly Maid cleaning service to arrive so I could tell them how to clean my house. Word on my slate: Panicked

8:40 AM--Molly Maid service tells me that they could totally clean my house by using the extremely generous gift certificate from my friend Meredith which came in good handy today because I am hosting our book club tonight. Word on my slate: Grateful

8:49 AM--Daughter is screaming bloody murder because she is pulling her arm out of her coat while I am trying to pull the same arm in her coat. I scream "give me a fucking break!" (daughter repeats above phrase, and mom learns her lesson) Word on my slate: Bitch

10:00 AM--I discover that most of the women in my book club are not attending, and I think of my wasted anxiety, Molly Maid gift certificate, and $200 worth of food that I purchased for the evening. Word on my slate: Passively Aggressive Mad (okay, three words)

10:01 AM--Remembering all of the times that I had to bail on book club because of some kid/travel/weather event. Realizing that less people could just mean less anxiety in my one-square-foot house. Word on my slate: Humbled

12:00 PM--Smelling the clean fumes from the upstairs while I work from my basement, telling me that hiring the cleaning service is something I should do every week. Word on my slate: Calm

3:30 PM--Receiving a message from my husband that he is on his way home from Michigan to help with what is left of the evening festivities and daughter corralling. Word on my slate: Joy

3:33 PM--Deciding not to tell husband that the floors are so clean that he will slip and land on his ass like I did when I emerged from my desk for lunch. Word on my slate: Well, I guess that would bring me back to bitch, now wouldn't it?


The day is only half over, and if I read over this post I am able to see how amazingly blessed I am even in moments of chaos. I am also able to see that I may have a small PMS problem going on.