Last night I had two parent/teacher conferences on the calendar. They were at 6:15 and 6:45PM. Not great timing since that is our dinner hour. To make things a bit more complicated, Jeff was out of town.
So...I rushed around, slapped the kids' gourmet meal, frozen pizza, on the table and ran out the door, carrying my own plate of food that I ate in the car. My rushing around was truly my own fault and had happened because of very poor planning on my part.
I got to the school and though it odd that it was dark and there were no cars in the parking lot. Yeah. That would be because, DUH...I had arrived on the wrong night. URGH!!! I went home and double-checked. Sure enough, I had written the conferences on the wrong day on my calendar. I ask you...what good is a calendar if you write appointments on the wrong day?
Blond... Or as my teenage sons would say...FAIL!
On Tuesday--or technically Wed. because it was just past midnight--we were jolted out of bed by the shrill, D.E.A.F.E.N.I.N.G. sound of our burglar alarm going off. It had been beeping for some unknown reason all afternoon, and Jeff thought he had figured out how to turn it off. Nope. Our oldest came skulking in 4 minutes past curfew and was seriously busted. We have no clue how to use the alarm because there is no manual (not that I would ever read it anyway--but Jeff is a manual kind of guy). Poor Jeff was out in the hall with the thing going off so loud it made you want to run out of the house. He got it figured out--and it shut off. UGH. He had to get up at 3:30AM to leave for the airport, so he didn't get much sleep that night.
Burglar alarm...
FAIL.
Our kids have now broken umpteen glasses on our tiled kitchen floor. This morning--another one. We have mostly plastic for them, but there are the occasional glass things left around by careless older kids. The minute they hit the floor, there is glass everywhere. We had a Pergo-type wood kitchen floor at our other house. I miss it! Tile and toddlers = FAIL.
The dog....she is in big trouble this week. Definitely a big, fat FAIL.
And me..as a Mom...this week has been a big, fat FAIL, too.
Thankfully, I have a Heavenly Father who NEVER FAILS, despite the annoyances of life or my inadequacies. And His creation never fails to lift my spirits. It was a nice day yesterday, so we went to feed the swans and I was able to take some photos. Hope you enjoy--and it lifts your spirits like it did mine.
This one has the sweetest face, don't you think?
This one is mean and always hisses at us. "Hey buddy, you might want to familiarize yourself with the expression, 'Don't bite the hand that feeds you.' "
Our Creator has a vivid imagination and loves to delight us with His...well, creations...for lack of a better word. When I walk by the lake, I am so often amazed at the beauty and detail all around me. I cannot figure out how anyone can think that a giant, cosmic explosion made this all happen. I have never seen an explosion make anything but a big mess.
Darwinism....FAIL.
