idiomfest

I wanted to share more of my crazy life today, but when I was trying to think of a title for this post all I could come up with was 'When it rains, it pours.' I didn't want to use a phrase that dealt with anything liquid-y...you'll understand later. So as I mindlessly searched for an alternate phrase for the title I came across a site... UsingEnglish.com. It's a site for ESL but, Oh, the teacher in me loves this place. I perused the many lists of idioms only to discover that I may be able to tell my story by using a lot of idioms. I know, I.am.such.a.nerd! It's been a challenging morning...humor me:o)

Sometimes motherhood is a tough row to hoe. You know, it throws you a curve ball. I discovered that it's never a good sign when a kid that is sharp as a tack and can talk a blue streak is subdued and feeling under the weather. Now, I'm not out in left field when it comes to sick kids because I didn't just fall off the turnip truck, but when a monkey wrench is thrown into the works it's a horse of a different color. We have our regular Monday routine around here, but this morning started off with a bunch of whining. It's so hard to tell if it's legitimate sometimes because you can only pull my chain by crying wolf so many times. Kids are smart ya know...they figure out that the squeaky wheel get the grease very quickly. So, we went to Target because the big kid was feeling better. When we arrived the whining resumed. Whining happens at the drop of a dime sometimes and I'd had enough so I took little sister with me to blow off some steam. I left the big kid with Daddy. Oh man...he earned his keep today. When the rubber meets the road there really is no one better for my babies. So as I was off with the little one, the big kid decides to hurl. Yes, that's right. Thankfully not in the car. Daddy got her out just in time. So then it was time to circle the wagons. We made sure she was feeling better and drove for what seemed like a country mile until we got home. I reminded myself... don't sweat the small stuff, because when I'm the one left holding the (barf) bag at the end of the day I realize that I am very blessed to have beautiful, healthy, growing children...and even when they're sick for a brief moment I need to cherish this time because they'll be all grown up in a New York minute.

So? How do you like them apples?