i was frustrated by too many things. my children were tired and whining. i worked hard on a new recipe for dinner, and as i called children from outside, the kitchen was filling with the smell of our meal- a special cross between urine and some kind of farm animal. i did away with the sauce, sat down at the table to eat, cut open the sausages and they were raw inside.
i crossed my arms over my chest, actually shed a couple of tears, and seriously pouted.
jason swooped in to my rescue. it was Dan's day anyway, so he said we should all pack up, go get cheap pizza and ice cream. perfect.
so i got up from the table. rallied.
and that's when jason saw the silly putty that had been mashed into the back of my brand new skirt from some mysterious place i'd sat earlier.
here's to new starts. new days. new mercies.