Hey, It's Okay . . .
If, early in the day, you discover that your male cat is lingering a lot longer in the litter box than what is typically acceptable, and you know that it is going to screw up the rest of the day. (Oh, wait. No it isn't!)
To really, really hate shoving a cat into a pet taxi. Really. He hates it. I hate it. Then, it all ends with me standing in a cat hair cloud with cat hair stuck to my lip gloss.
If your kids go absolutely bonkers while you're waiting forever to get in and out of the vet. (Late morning is never a good time to take the kids to new places that are boring.)
To hope (and pray) really, really hard that your cat pees before 5 p.m. ('Cause if he doesn't, he's either going to die soon or things are potentially about to get really, really expensive.)
To not even be surprised that in the midst of all this, you've managed to shatter another of your daughter's dresser drawers (we're at two of four, now).
To not even be surprised that in the midst of all this, your wee, climbing son managed to snap (and completely break and destroy) a crucial door on your downstairs bathroom cabinet. (I had been wanting to replace it with shelving, and now, I guess I have my excuse. It was a bit premature, though. We're talking maybe a year premature.)
To not even be surprised that in the midsts of all this, you managed to unknowingly cut your finger and proceeded to fold a bunch of laundry.
If your largely pregnant self draws stares from everyone at ACE Hardware because your kids run away from you while you are paying for the brackets to fix your daughter's stupid dresser drawer that you shattered. (It's especially okay if you pulled them out of the cart just prior to this because you were afraid they'd flop out and land on their heads on the floor.)
To wish that sippy cups came with homing devices. It'd be cool if they all at least came with a beeper thing in them like a cordless phone has. That'd be nice. I need to install something like that in the bunny and the penguin, too.
To not even be surprised that both kids woke up screaming from their nap today (and freaking refuse to shake it).
To know that it can't all be wedding cake. It can't all be boiled away.
To know that if you had an inkling of how terrible this day was going to be, you'd have found a way to stay in bed all day—even if that isn't really possible. (I suppose that's why we can't see into the future, eh?)