So, I haven’t written lately. Truly a shame. Perhaps not as much for you (maybe for you, too), but definitely for me.
But just in case you thought I disappeared, here I am:
No way! You proclaim. That can’t be you. I remember you—you used to look like that woman on the FBI’s Most Wanted poster (see post here: http://and2makescrazy.com/2013/09/22/confessional-sunday-i-am-not-gisele-bundchen-say-what/ ).
Why, yes! I was that woman. She still exists. Except, nowadays I am also this woman. No longer fat, pregnant, and have enough energy to get up in the morning, get dressed, and walk 3 flights of stairs to go to work.
My hot husband and baby daddy approves 😉
On top of that, I have been busy doing something that I NEVER thought I would really get around to doing in my entire life…Planning.
Menu planning.
Grocery planning.
And rice milk making.
What does rice milk have to do with planning?
Well, when your son’s milk costs $3.00 per 1 liter, you better start figuring out how to make it or start planning how to file bankruptcy. Yowzers. Having a Nutty Kid will really kick you in the toosh called your grocery pocket.
That’s all fine and good, Brooke, but what does all of this have to do with Mt. Vesuvius or the lady at McDonald’s.
Oh, yes…
Well, I have been a volcano lately. Literally, the other day I erupted. It was a terrible sight in our home. It was tragic and sad, and Mommy (me) went all crazy eyes ballistic on my husband and oldest child. The 2 year old and 10 month old were spared as they were too young to understand.
I ranted. I raged. I stomped the halls. My hands flailed wildly.
It.Was.Horrible.
My poor family.
It was one of my least fine moments in my life, and I am very sorry that I got to the point where my top blew. I really think that self-control should be a big net around my body. God, however, gives us the ability to practice self control. And I did not heed his gift of free will in the best of ways. I demolished my daughter and husband in one, big, bubbling, lava flow.
My.Poor.Family.
Well…That’s not all. The lady at McDonald’s. No, don’t worry. I was not unkind to her. Sometimes, it’s extremely sad, but we reserve our worst behavior for those we love the most.
The McDonald’s lady. This has to do with being perhaps an Expat living in a foreign country. But it was Wednesday a week ago. On Wednesday evenings, my daughter has French lessons. After French, we go through the McDonald’s drive thru for dinner, and then we all head to daddy’s office///Adelyne’s stationary library, and we pick daddy up for the evening as well as allow Adelyne to check out her books for the week.
Well, I got all the way to the window where you pick up the food at McDonald’s. This is a miracle, because often they call us to the window where you pay to get your food since they can’t ever understand our Polish nor accent over the intercom. But this visit was turning into a huge success.
I had been understood. My order had been received. I had paid at the first window, and then I pulled up to the second window.
And that’s when it hit me. I forgot to order Adelyne’s ice cream that I told her I would get for getting a 5 on her spelling test (in Polish—this is a VERY big deal). So, I politely said, “Oh, I am sorry Ma’am. I forgot to order my daughter’s ice cream. So, please also a large ice cream with chocolate sauce.”
“No!” She replied.
Say what?
“What?”
“No!” She said again. “You must go around again!”
Say what?
“What?!”
“No! You must go through the drive thru again!”
Oh please! Sometimes I want to blow my cap. That was the most ridiculous thing that I have ever heard, and then it reminded me of something I read Madonna saying once…What she missed living outside of the United States. Customer service was her reply!
I could not believe the absurdity of the lady. Go around again. I am sorry—but JUST SOMETIMES!
Now, for those of you that live here and think, “What is wrong with that?”
Pretty much everything! First of all, it was an accident. Secondly…Customer Service. Simply help a mom out. And, really?! How long does it REALLY take to make an ice cream.
Whoop. Fill the cup. Add hot chocolate. Let lady pay while doing so. And voile. You are done. 30 seconds.
Me. I was Vesuvius with my family.
The McDonald’s lady—she became my nemesis.
All in all, however, we are surviving. Doing well. Loving life. And having fun.
It’s just that sometimes it is not always fun.
And I am not always nice.
And sometimes my daughter does not get the ice cream I told her I would get.
But, folks, I’m planning. And making rice milk, and tonight is cauliflower soup.
Yep. I am alive. But I am not always the best example of Jesus.
Let’s end with a hashtag, shall we. #thankfulforforgiveness
Have a great upcoming weekend folks, I now hear both of my babies. Nap time is obviously over for this momma.
xoxox
b
*Well, nap time ended and obviously dinner ended. And bedtime has ensued. And Daddy is finishinghomework with the 8-year-old and I am just now getting ready to post this. Life with kids. Oops. Baby is now crying wildly. Must post fast!
#wouldnthaveitanyotherway #superlonghashtag
xo again and again. b
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