God Has a Sense of Humor

So after an amusing event, which I will fill you in on in a minute, I posted on Facebook that "God hates me." A friend posted back, "God doesn't hate you, he just likes a good chuckle at our expense." Well, my life seems to be God's personal Comedy Central.

So last night's event was me locking me out of my own bedroom, which I did on purpose to keep the kids out of my room. Well, when I went to unlock the door after the kids were in bed, the lock broke and I couldn't get it open. First thought, "Maybe I can climb through the window. Hope I didn't lock it. But I did, because I'm all responsible like that. grrr. Try and pry the door knob off. NO luck. Call mike so he can laugh at me and give me some advice over the phone. He suggests going through the attic access panel in his closet. We have an attic entrance with a drop down ladder in the hallway right outside our bedroom. Bingo. Luckily, my rock climbing friend was over for a girls movie night and she was able to lower herself down with ease and get my door open.

Other fun things happening around here. I have a broken well pipe, which I need to have replaced. It is going to be expensive. Good thing we didn't spend our tax refund yet.

Gavin can climb out of his crib. The one place I could put him to keep him safe is now gone. He is only 21 months and the mattress is at it's lowest setting! I put him in there the other night while I was getting the boys ready for bed. I ran downstairs to get his froggies out of the dryer (after he chucked them in the tub full of water) only to be greeted by a jumping toddler yelling, "I did it, I did it!!" Super. Now what?

Luke pooped in his pants. He hasn't done this since the first week he was learning to potty train. I won't get graphic, but that underwear went right in the trash. There was no saving it.

I let a profanity slip while I was driving after I was cut off by someone. I try really hard not to do this, but it happened. Now, it seems Luke never listens to anything I say, so why did he HAVE to be listening then. He has repeated it several times as well. I tried to ignore it and hope he wouldn't ever say it again, but the last time he said it, I said, "Luke that is not a nice word. Mommy made a mistake when I said that word. We do not call people names." I haven't heard it since. I hope that worked.

Gosh, I'm exhausted. Hope you had a good laugh at my expense.