The road is not always paved smooth like we would like it to be. There have been times, and I'm sure there will be more, when I have felt like a magic eraser. You know the feeling, you are one eraser but you have to clean everything. The catch all, only-one-you'll-ever-need, type. Wednesday night was one of those times. Hunter and Cate received a picnic ("picmic" if you ask Hunter) table for Christmas from Gran and Grandpa. I finally made it back to their house to pick it up, so inevitably, you know this table had to be put together pronto. And daddy had to work on the ferry, pronto. So who had to attempt to assemble this thing? Me, all by my lonesome. Needless to say, after I got hit in the temple by a flying piece of plastic I quit. Those who know me know that I have no patience, and I think things should not be this difficult to put together.
The end of one task always leads to the beginning of another, and another, and another. In roughly 45 minutes, I had to finish dinner, tame a crying toddler because his "picmic" table wasn't together, feed children, and now I had a headache too. Do things like this happen at your house? I'd imagine so. All mom's are pretty good magic erasers. And as shown above, daddy came to the rescue Thursday evening with ease, assembling the "picmic" table.
All is well, for now. <3
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