Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Pondering Life's Imponderables

A few thoughts for your consideration:

Why is it that every time I clean my stove top, something like rice or oatmeal promptly boils over and cooks onto the burner?

Anyone's kids have pee radar like mine? Because every time we give our son a bath, that's the night he wets the bed. E-v-e-r-y t-i-m-e.

Did you ever notice when you're driving home from somewhere and you have to go to the bathroom, that as soon as you get within a mile or so from home, it gets almost unbearable? (I've tried lying to myself "We're still 5 miles/20 minutes away- you can hold it"-- but it doesn't really work).

No matter how carefully you prepare a grocery list- within 24 hours you find at least one item that you needed- usually something basic like milk or bread.

Conversely, the week you stock up on peppers at Aldis because they look really good and you know you haven't had any in a while-- when you get home you find two packages in the back of the fridge from the last time they looked good.

We all know about the kids' mommy radar for when you're on the telephone or in the bathroom- it just never fails. I love when I'm on with a customer service rep and they sound so concerned for my kids' welfare- "Are you sure you don't need to go get them?" NO! I'm going to finish this if it kills me- or them.

How about when you're running late for somewhere you need to be- doctor's appointment, standardized testing etc.- isn't that always the time your baby has an absolute blow out diaper requiring a full clothing change?

Or when you decide you're only going to be gone for 15 minutes, so you don't need the diaper bag-- and the same thing happens?

Then there's always the mad rush to get somewhere when you spill coffee/tea/diet coke right down the front of your shirt because you are trying to drive, answer the cell phone, count the kids to make sure you didn't leave one home, and drink it all at the same time. It never happens when you're not in a hurry- or when it doesn't matter what you look like when you arrive.

It's these things that prompt me to have a Tide pen in my purse, a change of clothing in the car for anyone in diapers, and to wish for bedding that's like the paper on the exam tables in the doctor's office- roll out and tear off.

Please tell me I 'm not alone--- please.

Otherwise, I might need to seek professional help.

6 comments:

Cheryl said...

Wendy-
You're NOT alone! DEFINITELY not alone!!! When do you want to hear all my life's imponderables???? LOL!

Mary said...

This is me, nodding my head up and down in agreement to EVERY SINGLE THING!

And while you're pondering, can you tell me whose gum I found stuck to the floor?? My rotten nephews I presume!

JulieMom said...

Oh, that is too true. But there's one you forgot.

The one where your oldest daughter tells the pastor you're visiting a joke her grandpa told her. And the joke?

'What's the difference between toilet paper and a shower curtain? You don't know? Oh- so YOU'RE the one!'

It's just not funny at that point.

WendyMom said...

Missionary kids!

Go figure- at least she told it to a pastor- not someone really important like say, the President!

LOL, thanks for that one!

Janice said...

I take it you wrote all those lines from past experience??? :) But no- you're definitely not alone! Anytime things 'seeems' to be going right, the very next corner you turn something is bound to go wrong. But hey- that's what keeps life interesting! If all those silly little things didn't happen, your blog would be very... well let's say less 'ponderable' :)
-:-Liv-:-

Mary said...

Commenting AGAIN on your blog. It was so nice to finally talk to you. I miss you.

p.s. my darling daughter said something even more embarrasing to her teacher; the fact that if you eat the crust on your bread your b _ _ b ies will grow BIG! Outta the mouths of babes?!?!