Today was one of those days (preceded by one of those nights). I won't even write about it. Tomorrow will be better. The picture says it all. Those broken pieces are the remains of two of my favourite pieces of Madonna House pottery. They sat on our bookshelf in front of a series of family photos. After supper, in a flurry of cleaning, I quickly removed a Madeline book that someone had placed on the shelf. As I walked away I heard an ominous sliding sound followed by a crash. I turned to see my beloved pots shattered on the floor. I really had only myself to blame, so I quietly swept up the mess and answered Dave's questions with a blank stare. Considering that Joseph fell off a chair twice today, Benjamin hit his head on the table while plummeting from a booster seat, and Jacob is still complaining about his sore forehead that resulted from some sort of collision with the counter, I should probably be thankful that the only photo I have for today is of a broken pot.
3 comments:
Oh Elena, I can empathize with you. Sounds like it was quite the day. On those days one thinks, let's just get to the end of this day, dear Lord, help me to keep my patience,let's all go to bed and you think "tomorrow is another day."
I guess the only comforting thing is that a pot can be replaced. A lot of other things can't.
It's almost worse when you can't blame someone else, isn't it?
I have a small present for you that may help a wee bit. Some time when the weather's a litle better, I'd love to come visit you in your new home and drop it off (and the bins of Hannah's clothes, too!).
Jac, Although I would love a donair, considering the travel and the chances of a visit to Barry's Bay, I hope that you have chosen a gift of a non-perishable nature!
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