I wish I could write the way Bad Mommy Moments can about bad days. A day that includes every button pushed and every nerve gotten too. A day which has painted carpets, chip crumbs, spilled milk, and hour old chili left in a bowl to dry and rot. A day where you know part of it is you and not them. A day when you dream about the days before babies and diapers, before husbands and compromise, before responsibility and housework. A day making you forget to laugh at a dance, to be excited over pee, to clap at drum solos, to gush about how smart, how cute, how wonderful the little ones are. A day when you can’t get online to even write about it.
Here’s to tomorrow.
Faemom 
January 26, 2009 at 7:04 pm
Good grief! Your writing is wonderful!!
And tomorrow WILL be better. It (almost) always is. Now, take a deep breath and let it go…
And thanks for the award! Now I’m gonna have to do that stress thing all over again!!
January 26, 2009 at 8:14 pm
…you’re only a day away.
tomorrows are always better than todays…when todays suck, anyway. it’s the really good days that you have to look out for!
January 26, 2009 at 8:58 pm
You know the old saying…”the sun’ll come out, TOMORROW!” (sung in a really, really annoying voice)
Did that make you laugh?
P.S. Hour old chili is really not that bad. You should see my sink…
January 27, 2009 at 8:28 am
Awww… I’m writing you a prescription: One glass of red wine (medicinal) to be consumed while submerged in warm, bubbly water behind a locked door. Repeat once a day until normality returns.
I used to be on a committee with an MD who would write me a prescription for a margarita every time I got beat up in a meeting. Always made me smile.
Hang in there! Better mommy days to come. (If it makes you feel any better, I’m even afraid to comment on Bad Mommy Moments blog because she is so awesome at this blogging gig.)
January 27, 2009 at 9:36 am
Aw, sorry the day was a bad one. There is nothing wrong with your writing. If it makes you feel any better we all have those days. Mine have been more frequent than I’d like to admit lately and not because of anything the boy or the husband did. It’s just me which in some ways makes it worse.
January 27, 2009 at 12:12 pm
That was a spectacular writing! I can feel it came from the heart.. “Clears away the cobwebs ans the sorrow ‘Til there’s none!”
January 27, 2009 at 1:42 pm
KathyB!~ Thanks. And as for the award; don’t stress. We won’t hold it against you if you don’t do the award. Or you can do what I plan on doing with the next award I gave out. Copy and paste, baby!
ck~ No kidding! It’s amazing what the hope of tomorrow brings/
Gibby~ Yes! The chili was more of a principle thing, like “Dude, do you know what I do all day? Do you see what the house looks like? And you can’t even deal with your own lunch dishes?”
Mediocre~ That just might be the prescribtion I need, plus some chocolate. You should comment on BMM; you’re a great blogger too!
incognito~ Thanks. Remember that song that was played ten or plus years ago and the refrain went: It’s just one of those days/that a girl goes through./I’m just angry inside/ I don’t want to take it out on you. Yeah, one of those days.
Garden: Thank you.
January 27, 2009 at 1:58 pm
Umm… you didn’t hook the chocolate IV up immediately on your own??? I can’t help you if you’re not willing to help yourself! 😉 (Sorry… don’t mean to draw out the tread but I was so moved.)
January 28, 2009 at 1:16 pm
I’m sorry; I ran out of chocolate IVs. (Draw out the tread; it was clever.)
January 30, 2009 at 7:34 am
Awwwww! Retroactive hugs to you. And your writing rocks, whatever the subject. 🙂