oh, the mistakes we make.
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FITNESS FACTS:
P90X Chest/Shoulders/Triceps: 60 mins.
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And I’m not talking about posting pictures of myself in a sports bra and swimsuit bottoms yesterday. No need to adjust your monitors, I really meant to post those in all their untouched, imperfect glory. I received some really supportive comments – THANK YOU. I’ve got a long way to go but it’s so nice to have such great cheerleaders along the way.
No, the mistakes I’m talking about happened yesterday between the hubs and I. It was one of “those days”. A comedy of errors, really. Here’s how it played out:
It was school picture day for Olivia.
I had filled out the order form the night before, put the cash in the little envelope and sealed that baby up. All I had left to do was put said order form in Olivia’s little red folder that goes to school with her every day. I was feeling ON. IT.
Next morning rolls around, Picture Day outfit is on, braids are in, “practice photo” has been taken. We are in like Flynn.
We had offered to help O’s teacher manage the little people during the photo-taking, but I had a big work deadline that I had to finish first thing, so John was going solo.
He was asked to arrive at the school by 7:45 am.
Olivia and I headed to the bus stop at 7:30 and I LEFT THE DOOR UNLOCKED so I could get back in (crucial part of story alert!)
John left the house at 7:32 am, drove by me as I was walking back to the house and said, “Love you, Honey! I *think* I left the door unlocked!” To which I replied, “Love you too and I sure hope so!”
Virtual high-five to the first person to guess what happened next.
Yup. Door was locked. Winner winner, chicken dinner.
At this point I’m gonna bet that you are asking yourself, “But Melisa, don’t you keep a spare key outside somewhere?”
Oh yes, we sure do. And it’s SO much more useful when it’s placed outside instead of left in the kitchen drawer.
And then you might wonder, “Don’t you have a neighbor that you trust with a spare key?”
Oh-ho-ho, YES! We have that too. Great people. Always there for us. Except for when THEIR spare key to our house is somehow trapped inside our house with our own spare key. Don’t ask what the two keys are doing together. In our house. Let’s just add it to the list of Life’s Mysteries and move on, shall we?
Let’s.
I rolled through all of the emotions: denial. disbelief. anger. fist-shaking-at-sky.
My 5-year-old took this picture.
I sat. And sat. And fumed. And stomped my feet. And tried to channel my inner burglar.
It looks like I’m wearing a straight jacket, but I’m not. Though I probably should’ve been.
Then our friendly neighbors drove by and I jumped in front of their car and demanded to use their phone.*
*Disclaimer: slight exaggeration. probably.
I called John who thought the neighbor was calling and was very confused. Then I announced in the most gentle voice possible that HE HAS LOCKED ME OUT OF THE HOUSE. He informs me that they are just now starting to take pictures and will be home as soon as he can.
I huffed. I puffed. I gave my neighbor back his phone. He invited me in for coffee and a warm house but I kept my martyr hat on because, really? I’d be awful company anyway.
An hour and 13 minutes later (roughly, but who’s counting) John pulls into the driveway and unlocks the door.
And says, “You can ignore all of my texts and phone calls! Olivia’s teacher loaned me money for her pictures!”
I can neither confirm nor deny that someone (who shall remain nameless) may or may not have forgotten to put the order form and money into the little red folder.
What can I say? It’s another one of LIFE’S MYSTERIES.
The moral of the story is: we all make mistakes. I know, right? CRAZY. We’re imperfect and messy and doing our best. And I feel really grateful to be on this topsy-turvy adventure with an imperfect, messy, and totally wonderful partner.
In separate and completely unrelated news, my stress-induced sweet-tooth was a little wacko last night. But I was feeling good about my 30-day progress and definitely wanted to stay on the right track.
So, I made this:
It’s a baked pear with a drizzle of honey, a tad o’ butter, raw pecans and cinnamon.
Oh, yes. It was good.
And tomorrow is a new day!
That’s not my mama’s cinnamon bun, but it looks DEE-lish. This is hilarious and so annoying. We have those days a lot. Actually, a weird new neighbor of ours got locked out of the house this morning and came over BAWLING because it was raining her her two presh dogs were getting wet. (We’re not dog people here.) So, I tell her to come into my house, stop crying for Pete’s sake, and let’s noodle out a solution. Cool. She brings in her dogs who take over my house, but OOPSIE my kids are terrified of dogs. Twas a clusterf*ck. And that’s why (1) I never leave my house or (2) own a dog. The end.
Crazy day!! Girl, you are funny.
Shit happens. You handled it well. And that dessert looks damn tasty!
Thanks, girlfriend! It was super yum!
Oh, how frustrating, but great story! Are those PJs you’re wearing? My spare’s are hanging out in my kitchen drawer too. I’d best be dealing with that…Oh, and good for you for resisting the maple bar. It was definitely a maple bar kind of day!
THey sure are PJs! Thanks for the encouragement, girl!
spare’s??? with an apostrophe? what, have I not had enough COFFEE yet? GAH!
My Dear Daughter – First, let me say that the pears look awesome and I’ve been eating my plain the past two weeks and how boring is that? Second, to respond to C. O. Tate: I take it Dogs are NOT sopposed to take over our homes?? Really?? Please don’t let mine hear that news!!! And get mad if you like but kids should love dogs – dogs love kids for the most part. Ok, third and lastly, and honestly this hurts me more than it will you and I hate to say it but: I TOLD YOU SO!!! Oh, I’m not done. How many times have I asked you and John/son 1) to hide a key outside and 2) to carry some freakin’ cash??? Huh? How many times?? Ok, now I think I’m done… Loveyoumeanit XOXO
Loveyoumeanittoo! XO
Those pears look amazing! I love the photo re-enactments. lol. I’ve been locked out before by the husband too!! So funny!
Thanks, Elizabeth! It’s a great fall treat. We almost had a repeat of the door incident TODAY but it would have been my fault!!
Love the pictures. They are awesome!!
This is so much the kind of day I have all the time. And I would totally sit outside out of spite!
Laughing so hard at *shakes fist at sky* picture…. girl, your life ain’t boring, that’s for sure.