Oh, you thought you were going to sleep?
Guess again, parents! It's 3 a.m. and I WANT MY GD CEREAL!!!
Oh, you just cleaned the house, did you?
Well, we just fed the dogs.
You can't afford to get sick?
Let me just blow you a kiss... OF DEATH.
It seems no matter what my actual plans are for the day, things somehow manage to go awry. And, I suppose that's both the beauty and the curse of having children. I always have to laugh to myself when people get mad about their day not going right because I haven't had an absolute perfect day in more than thirteen years. Except for the day we took the kids to Disneyland. We thought it would be a disaster and that everyone would be hot and grumpy and miserable, and it was actually a very lovely day. So, I guess Disneyland is the happiest place on earth because that's the only place all of my plans for the day didn't fall into a pit of mucus and despair.
Having kids has taught me to become more flexible in my thinking and to adapt in any situation. I may not like change, but it's an inevitable part of being a human being. For instance, right this second, as I'm typing, my two year old is smacking me over the head with a used up, flattened paper towel roll. Do I stop typing, or just adapt to my surroundings? ....Hold on real quick...
Ok, what was I saying? Oh yeah, so adaptation is the key to human existence. The second we say to ourselves, "This is how I am going to live, with no changes or exceptions," is the second we stop really living. Ok, seriously? This paper towel roll has got to go...
Oh, you wanted to write your blog in peace and quiet?
Think AGAIN, lady.
It really does seem like some sort of cosmic joke to the analytically brained people of the world that just as soon as you get used to an idea or situation, life throws you a curve ball and you have to either adapt or keep going in a miserable little straight line, never bending, and struggling against nature to keep your orderly life in tact.
April Fools has always been one of my favorite days because I am a mischief maker and because you just never know what is going to happen and it makes life kind of fun to be in suspense. I know a lot of people who don't appreciate the mystery of April 1st as much as I do, and in my opinion, those people are the ones who have the hardest time adapting to life's changes.
So, in conclusion, my advice to all humans is to make babies (or adopt four pets of your choice) and really learn what it means to be
miserable deathly ill interrupted every five damn seconds hit in the head with a paper towel roll when you're trying your hardest to concentrate. sleep deprived a slave to housework adaptable and happy.