Someone pulls the toilet paper holder off the wall.
Someone cuts his foot badly enough that you only figure it out when you find a trail of blood through the house.
You can't figure out what the hell everyone is talking about regarding twitter handles and share buttons and HTML code and this task has suddenly and irrationally becomes themostimportantthingyouhavetotakecareofrightnow.
You can no longer reply to comments on your blog (maybe because you screwed up the HTML code?).
You accidentally slice off a bit of your thumb with your new mandoline.
There is an unreasonable amount of days off school, and your toddler won't nap.
The pepper grinder breaks right over the pot of sauce you're reducing for the meal you're making for another family and fills it (the sauce) with peppercorns.
You all of a sudden recognize that there is a veritable mountain of stuffyou'rebehindon that built up all that time you were sick abed or off singing at a chorus retreat. And your husband has an even larger mountain from the time he was taking care of you and the kids when you were sick abed or off singing at a chorus retreat.
And you end up with one of those totally rotten nights in which ever family member is fussing at one another, and everything seems bleak.
But now...now it is time for the TToT:
I can putty. I can paint. I have a drill. I will soon mount the toilet paper holder to the wall once again.
I actually talked Leo into wearing a Band-Aid. (He hates Band-Aids.) The trail of blood is no more.
I figured it out! Me! HTML code! Not that I understood what I did. I just copied code from another site. And, I put the twitter handle in the wrong part, but I've also returned to rationality and will worry about fixing that another time.
OK, I have no gratitude here. And no reply for your comments. I'm just hoping for a response from Blogger. Boo.
Ummm...I have a new mandoline? My thumb is healing?
OK, the snow was kind of pretty for awhile.
School started up again; Leo took one very long nap.
I retrieved every last one of those damn peppercorns.
I've reduced the mountain to a manageable pile. Brian's still working, but...
here's the BIGGIE...
we're going out of town tomorrow, overnight, with NO CHILDREN as an early birthday present for yours truly (Tuesday, in case you want to mark that down). In nearly six years, we have never spent the night somewhere other than our home together, sans children. To say I am excited would be a wild understatement.
And what you are you thankful for?
A Fly on our (Chicken Coop) Wall, Amycake and the Dude, Considerings, Finding Ninee, Getting Literal, I Want Backsies, The Meaning of Me, Rewritten, Thankful Me, The Wakefield Doctrine
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