I was woken up today at 5:52 AM by my phone buzzing—an incoming text from my husband. For some reason he needed me up at 6:30. I wracked my sleepy brain. Did I ask him to wake me for some appointment that had temporarily slipped my mind?
I texted back.
No reply. I started to worry. Was he okay? Why wasn't he answering? Then it dawned on me that he mis-texted.
I can't really make fun of him (but I will) for mis-texting. I do it a lot. Recently I texted my sister-in-law several dog photos. She wrote back and asked me to stop. Surely she was joking.
texted more dog photos. "You have the wrong number." She replied. Haha! She's such a
I texted another dog photo. "I am not Tanya! You have the wrong number. Please stop texting me."
If I had been thinking clearly this morning I would've texted my husband a picture of me in all my bed headed splendor, flipping him the bird. Such a golden opportunity missed...
Have you seen Buzzfeed's "27 Ways To Response To A Wrong Number Text?" You gotta love people who take the time for antics like these in the quest for a good chuckle. My favourite is this one. Kind of blurry and possibly a little "catty" but hysterical.
Read the rest of these texts gone wrong here.
Friday, December 6, 2013
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Today is International Persons with a Disability Day. I'd never actually heard of it until it popped into my Twitter stream.
It seems there are "DAYS" of recognition for everything now—like "Wear Brown Shoes Day" (coming up tomorrow in case you're interested),
- Ninja Day
- Learn Your Name In Morse Code Day
- Battery Day (sounds like a great opportunity to relax and recharge)
- Cat Herder's Day (otherwise known as parenting small children day)
- Pigs In A Blanket Day (assuming they mean the food, not "let your Guinea Pig sleep with you")
- Talk Liketh Shakespeare Day
- Hug A Plumber Day (Just don't get cheeky with their, you know, bum crack)
- Bird Day—Reminds me, I need to send a pigeon a Happy Bird Day card...
In case you think I'm making these up, the entire calendar of DAYS is right here.
I don't know who came up with Disability Day. Is it even real? It certainly is for our family as we "celebrate"and embrace diversity every day.
Disability Day, recognized by the United Nations, was established to help break barriers and open doors in hopes of creating an inclusive society and development for all.
We all have some kind of disability to a certain degree—some impediments are just more visible or pronounced than others. So should we wish each other a Happy Disability Day? I say yes. This day embodies the spirit of acceptance and understanding that can only lead to good things. And, this message of compassion, tolerance and inclusion can't be shared often enough.
And now, I'm off to find my brown shoes.
Friday, November 29, 2013
Sweet photo, right? Big brother helping his little sister with her homework while mum makes a nutritious breakfast.
Yes, he's helping his sister with her math. He's trying, he really is and god love his sweet heart for that. But mere seconds after this photo was taken, little sister backhanded her doting brother in the face shouting, "I do it myself 'Bastiannnnnnnnnnnn-nah!"
As for the nutritious breakfast? I haven't been grocery shopping in awhile and had to mix two kinds of cereal together to make enough. And we were out of milk so I thinned yogurt with water and hoped it would pass for milk. They'd be too busy complaining about the bruised bits in the mashed banana to really notice the milk anyway.
After asking my daughter to get out from under the table, stop touching the dogs and to finish her breakfast about a dozen times, I put my face in my hands and admitted silently that mornings are not my favourite time of day.
I knew what I should do. I NEEDED to sit down at the table with the kids. Avery wanted my attention. Any good parent could see that. However, I am not always a good parent. Especially before 8AM. So I didn't sit down with them. I had lunches to make and emails to check on my phone and school agendas to sign and snowpants to find (how does one lose their snowpants IN the house anyway?).
So today I set my alarm fifteen minutes earlier and lunches were made the night before. And so I was able to sit down with the kids and give them my full (mostly) attention. And guess what? The morning was smooth and perfect, serene even.
Ha! Kidding. Avery dumped oatmeal on her lap and I had to search for another pair of pants in a mountain of laundry. Then running to put her dish in the sink she knocked an ornament off the Christmas tree, sending shards of glass every which way across the ceramic tile. Do you think I could find the dustpan? It was lost too. Probably with the snowpants somewhere. And gloves? Where the frig did she put her gloves?! I finally found them drying in the laundry sink where I had left them. (Can't exactly throw Avery under the bus for that one.)
Mornings aren't always perfect. But the kids are happy to have me there. And if the biggest challenge is finding a misplaced pair of gloves or sweeping up a broken ornament — which was ugly anyway — then I guess I don't have much to complain about.
You know what they say, "It's no use crying over spilled thinned yogurt milk."