Good Day, Bad Day

When she needed to make a decision, my mom would often make a list of the pros and cons of each side, and go from there. I am trying to decide if today is a good day or a bad day. Why don’t we try it, what do you say? C’mon, it’ll be fun!

Today is a bad day because:

John went to bed with and woke up with a bad backache.

The toilet needed plunging again and was really gross.

The trash didn’t get taken to the curb today…I had offered to do it for John, whose back hurt, but didn’t do it in time. The truck was already past and I was just out of the shower.

Carolyn spilled an entire box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch on the carpet, a new, really big box.

I tried to cook two pounds of pinto beans in my old crockpot and it boiled over. Three times.

I found that Cheetos have that bad yellow dye in them.

Target refused to take my manufacturer’s coupon because it didn’t have a bar code, and I didn’t have time to argue with them or go to customer service, but I needed the product so bought it anyway.

Our neighbor’s dog, who was given about 3 months to live 4 months ago, has stopped eating.

It’s snowing again.

It’s been windy, windy, windy for the last two days.

Our sliding door, the one right next to the table where we have school, makes this horrible, awful, no good, very bad high pitched whistling noise whenever it’s very windy. (See above.)

I am pretty sure there is some hormonal involvement here, not to mention a bad attitude and a bunch of selfishness.

When I went to Scriptus to tell the whole world about my bad day, I couldn’t even log in, because I don’t know my password.

Today is a good day because:

We have a good chiropractor and John’s feeling much better.

I hadn’t cleaned the bathroom yet this week and got it done today!

The recycling got put out in time and we had a light trash week, anyway.

Cinnamon Toast Crunch isn’t the best breakfast for my children to eat, and now there’s a lot less. I don’t eat it, so I’m not missing it.

I learned not to cook more than one pound of beans in the crockpot at a time.

Similarly, my life will not be incomplete without Cheetos. Artificial colors and fried corn puffs? There’s a winner.

I can’t think of anything nice to say about Target just now, so I won’t say anything at all. Unless you count what I just said as saying something, but I don’t.

She’s been a good dog. John and I originally called her Worf dog because when we were looking at houses to buy, we noticed this one had a dog next door who said, “worf” everytime someone came by. Seemed like a good security feature. Then there was the time toddler William met her. They were the same height. Allie looked at William and said (you’ll never guess!), “worf!” William blinked a little and said “worf!” right back at her. They’ve been friends ever since.

When I was walking along the sidewalk into the store that sells the premium shampoo I insist on using, I was looking down, and looked up just in time to miss hitting a crabapple tree with little tiny white blossoms on it. That made me laugh. Such beauty in such an unattractive environment (the middle of a strip mall?) and such bad weather and attitude.

John came home and fixed my password so I can blog again. My children are healthy, we are warm, the plumbing is working again and clean, we have enough beans to last a looooong time, and well, how can it not be a good day? As my priest often reminds us, if God is with us, who can be against us?

Decision:

I’m giving this one to the good day category. Even though I’m tired and weary, and a lot more like the Pharisee than the publican, and a big old whiner to boot, God still loves me. That right there is the tipping point.