Sigh.....

Have you ever just had one of "those days"? You know....the kind that you can't wait until they're over and you sort of wish that you could forget? Yea. Me too. Like today.

Being upset at your kids for something is one thing. But being upset for your kids, is something entirely different. C'mon....all you mama bears out there know what I'm talkin' about. Don't you?

I mean, if you're a mom, then you've had it happen. The coach that doesn't see the same thing you see in your child....the bully on the school bus who thinks it's ok to call your child a Jack*** because his name is Jack, (true story...really happened) or the teacher that implies that you are incompetent as a parent, yet you've managed to raise two daughters to be responsible teenagers, (which is more than SHE can say), so you're confident that you aren't doing such a shabby job on the younger ones.

And you know....I always talk big or "think" big.....but I can never seem to execute that "big"ness when it comes right down to it. Oh I sound all rough and tough in the shower (because we have already established that that is where I ponder things, and now you know that I practice my speeches there as well), but the truth be known, I usually wind up not being as tough as I wanted to be.

And then, to add insult to injury, (not that anyone cares or really even wants to know).....but I stayed the same. The SAME. And for those of you who don't know Weight Watchers jargon.....that means....I didn't lose anything this week.

Wait.

No, that's NOT what that means. It means I didn't lose any weight this week. I have lost plenty of other things...you know, like my temper, my debit card, my keys, my train of thought....what IS it with me anyway? I lose those things all the time!!!

So yea. I thought that since I had such a difficult time just trying to get some exercise this week, that surely I would have lost a 1/2 a pound or SOMETHING. Nope. Not this time. But I'm not losing hope. I have done this before and I will do it again.

Tomorrow needs to be a better day, and next week needs to reflect my hard work as a WW. I'm just sayin'.

The Ugly....

Okay, so remember when I said this was about the good, the bad and the ugly? Well, here's the ugly....or at least the ugly for today.

So my daughter comes out of the bathroom and informs me and her daddy that "the bathroom sink won't drain." Nice. Just what I wanted to hear, only seconds after helping my other daughter clean up the kitchen from dinner.

And you know those times in your adult life when you have a whole new appreciation for your own parents and the myriad of things that they did for you as a child that you didn't appreciate at the time? (Wow...that was probably a run on sentence...oh well...I'm talking about ugly here and I'm on a roll.)

Well I just had one of those moments. And frankly, it was more than a moment. It ended up being more like an hour or more of hard core unlicensed plumbing by my husband and yours truly. And just for the record? I could have lived my whole life without knowing what was down inside of the drain in our bathroom sinks.

I mean, if Mike Rowe wants to come here and tape a session of "Dirty Jobs" and give me a cut of the money, that's fine. But just for the sake of Sunday night entertainment at our house? Nah....I'll pass.

I will spare you the absolutely repulsive details.... but for those of you who have never been brave enough to do your own roto-rootering but instead were willing to pay the $100 per hour or more that I'm sure a plumber would have charged us to clear out not ONE, but TWO sinks, let me tell you......you have no idea! GROSS. I'm forever changed.

I'm just sayin'.