one of those days
Ever have one of those days where you want to stomp your feet on the ground and say the F word a thousand times- even add Y and ed to the end of it just to feel better? I had one of those yesterday. And not that the day was bad- because it wasn’t. I just kept dropping things and things kept spilling and I kept tripping.
Thomas was invited to 3 birthday parties yesterday. Obviously, had to choose only one. He chose one that was from 4-9, 30 minutes away, Harry Potter theme. So Mick and I decided we’d just hang out in Vancouver and take Graham to dinner and to the mall. Mick and Graham got in the car and Thomas and I were getting a bag to put his gift in. I dropped a container of Gesso (primer paint for canvas for my acrylic painting class) and it exploded. Not only is there a HUGE circle of it on the floor, but my purse, my pants, the walls, etc….. I cleaned as much of it up as i could and then hopped in the van with a wet rag and soap so I could clean my pants and purse. That just didn’t make me happy. Mick and Graham and I had fun looking around the mall and having dinner- and all was forgotten and chalked up to ’shit happens’. Thomas and his friend (who we had to take home) made these little plant things as part of herbology lesson for the themed party. I had them in front with me so they wouldn’t fall over- which they did anyway. Freaking soil all over the passengers side in the van….. I HATE dirt/potting soil/ etc…. ESPECIALLY in my car. F WORD F WORD F WORD F WORD!!!! 
When we got home I got into bed. I didn’t want to chance spilling anything else.
It wasn’t until I dropped Thomas off at the party that I realized he and his friend were the only 2 boys invited. 10 girls two boys. Someday, that’s going to be REALLY awesome but as of yesterday- the girls were nice, but that’s IT! I was reminded of something that happened at conferences last week while we were walking to another class room. These girls were standing in the cafeteria and when Thomas walked in they all said “HI THOMAS”, and then started giggling. I ask Thomas who they were and he shrugged and said “i don’t know, fifth graders”. He didn’t know names- or really even care. just kind of cute….
off to start my accident free day!
T