Here are just a few things that I've had happen this week.
Number 1. Me: Abby, can I have a kiss?
Abby: No. I just don't feel very joyful right now.
Number 2. The base situation: My favorite two pairs of jeans cannot be worn in public. The knees are completely ripped through, and the bestes pair has a huge hole in the ass. (yeah, I wear jeans a lot, but really the problem is that I like jeans that are really really broken in and soft, which means that they rip easily.)
My third favorite pair of jeans have a small oil stain on the thigh, so can't be worn in public if I want to look clean.
The answer to the base situation: I buy a new pair of jeans. I don't like them nearly as much. Actually I kind of hate them, but they have knees and an ass, and apparently that's expected.
The escalating situation: Abby had her Spring Festival at school, but at the last minute I realized that I left my new pair of jeans at my mom's. In desperation, I grabbed the third fav. pair........ the ones with the oil stain on the thigh.
Red Alert: As I bent over to pick up Evie, a hole ripped in the ass.
Seriously people, I couldn't make this up if I tried.
I ended up remembering the other pair of jeans that I had. Clean, crisp, and fitted like a frikken steel band around my hips. I had to wear them for two hours sitting on a blanket at the Spring Festival. Not. Comfy.
All in all my week has been hurried, harried, and horrendous.