Ten coffees or a week of sleep?

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Sometimes bad days happen. When little babies are not sleeping much at night, these bad days happen more often. I very much dislike having bad days and being cranky.

After drinking a few cups of coffee and realizing my headache wasn’t going to go away, I tried a different approach. Everything is always about perspective, is it not? I’m upset that I didn’t get much sleep, but what about everything else I do have? Like what about the people who have terrible jobs? (Yes, that escalated quickly.) They have to deal with it every day.

I did a quick google search of worst jobs in the world, and here are the top 5 that stood out as the worst:

1. Mosquito researcher – hanging out with mosquitoes all day, the bites, the buzzing, ugh!
2. Odor tester – deodorant and armpit smeller anyone?
3. Honey bucket cleaner – yeah.
4. Road kill collector – is that a cat? Or a raccoon? Oh it’s a puppy.
5. Taco Bell janitor – especially on Taco Tuesday.

All of a sudden my headache and sleep deprivation don’t seem quite so bad anymore.

Of course I also had to check up what the Bible has to say about bad days. I love how The Message translates this verse:

“On a good day, enjoy yourself; on a bad day, examine your conscience. God arranges for both kinds of days so that we won’t take anything for granted.”
‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭7:14‬ ‭MSG‬‬

Good day, welcome!

First blog post about my lunch

FullSizeRenderThis is my very first post. OMG. Seriously it’s like my 4th attempt at having a consistent blog where I write stuff. Who wants to bet how long this one will last?

Anyway, the prompt for this first post suggested telling readers why I’m starting this blog and its purpose. (Shoot, is there supposed to be an apostrophe there?) Well, two reasons.

1. Trying to break a record for how many times a person can begin a blog.

2. Work on my grammar because obviously the less I write the less grammatically correct everything is. Like that apostrophe problem above. But hey, at least I spelled grammar correctly! I will forever spell grammar correctly because in 7th grade I had a principal ask me to spell that word and I spelled it g-r-a-m-m-e-r confidently, even after he asked me “Are you suuuuuure?” several times. Duh, why would he even ask that if it was correct? (was, or were? Argh!!)

3. Apparently there’s a third reason. I need to get some of the craziness associated with being a stay at home mom of 2 princesses out!

So there you have it. The picture is one that I took on my iPhone. It was my lunch. My Princess 1 was feeling sick, I was feeling probably worse than she was (because 2nd day of guess what), and my Princess 2 was attached to my hip, so I absolutely deserved a Haagen Dazs ice-cream. To tell you the truth, I actually had 2. I HAD TO! SERIOUSLY! I had given one to Princess 1 (because she’s sick, and when people are sick you give them whatever they want of course) but apparently she felt so sick she only ate a bite. And throwing away Haagen Dazs ice-cream is a sin. They were two different flavors, so it was like an appetizer and an entree.

By the way, I’m absolutely terrible at conclusions. I have no clue how to end a conversation, or a blog post, or that last paragraph when I used to write papers in school, or anything like that.

Ok, well, it was nice talking to you! Isn’t that awkward?

So, thanks for stopping by, come again! Nope.

OMG I gotta go, bye! Maybe.

This concludes the sentences I’ve been writing above. I introduced myself, explained the purpose of this blog, and shared some personal details about my healthy lunch choices. Ew, no way.

Bye! Too abrupt.

I give up.