I had given a very specific instruction before I left to go to the basement to get laundry out of the dryer. I was probably gone for two minutes – not long at all. But one of my children greeted me at the top of the stairs. “I’m sorry, Mama.” Do you know that feeling of dread that settles over you when you hear those words without seeing what’s going on? It’s like your stomach falls into the floor. Oh. No.
My coffee. Everywhere. My instructions had not been followed and because of that, coffee had been spilled all over my Home Management Notebook that I had spent days making – and all our school papers – and my calendar. And it had spilled down the counter and leaked into the cabinets and drawers. Basically, it was everywhere. You know they say “Don’t cry over spilled milk!” Well, this was coffee, so I felt like it didn’t apply.
I don’t know if it was because I was so tired from lack of sleep the night before (Eli dealing with growing issues) or because my instructions hadn’t been followed or because something I had worked so hard to make was now a total mess. But, whatever it was…I lost it. I totally lost it. No excuses and no reason for it…but I went raving around the house like a complete lunatic. (more…)