Some days...

The Adam Sandler movie "Click" sometimes makes me a bit wistful. For those that don't know the story line, it goes like this: A man is given a tv remote of sorts that allows him to fast forward, rewind, and pause his life. At first it's all fun and games because he realizes that it allows him the ability to play a few pranks and such, but in the end the moral is that it's always better to live through the good and the bad. Blah. Blah. I don't ask for much, but days like today I think that a pause so I can breathe and count to like three hundred instead of ten, so that I can act appropriately instead of going ape "poopy" would be a good thing for everybody. Or to fast forward to bed time would be even better! This wouldn't need to happen very often. Just on days like today. Days when Punkin won't stop crying over EVERYTHING. She woke up moody, (PMS anyone?) and nothing is making her happy. I knew right off the bat that things were going to be ugly, and have been continuously digging in my bag of tricks to try and break her out of it. I started with chocolate and a back rub with a good movie, and then went to a hot bath, beauty rituals, with cute hair and a pretty dress. When that didn't work, I broke out the cute little flip flops that I bought her yesterday to see if new shoes would work. It worked out great until she saw me taking a picture of her cutting them apart on the upside down stool. So I'm giving up on her mood, and thinking that I need to go get something yummy to eat for myself, more chocolate, headphones, and a good book. It may help to salvage what's left of the fragile grip on my sanity, and keep me from saying something that my children will hold against me years from now in a therapy session. Later, I will blame them for my large butt in a Weight Watchers meeting or something, so the blame will come back around. It's the circle of life I suppose. Now, if I could only fast forward past the trip it will take to get all of those things from the store, it would be really sweet, but alas...

Oh how pathetic! I don't know that I've ever cried while holding new shoes. Life is tough for wee Punkin. Seriously...