It's Never Good

It's never good when you've seen your kids' pediatrician so much that you joke "We've got to stop meeting like this," when you take yet another child in to be seen.

It's really not good when you sort of mean it.

It's never good when you have a plan in place for the day and it gets blown to smithereens.

It's really not good when you decide that since you can't tackle the whole plan, well, you'll just blow that plan off and watch bad television.

It's never good when your neighbor's house doesn't sell.

It's really not good when it happens to be the crazy neighbor and they actually had a deal, but then the deal fell through because the crazy neighbor couldn't agree on a date to vacate the home. What the what?!?! I totally would have helped them pack!!

Side note: Both times we have sold our houses, we have had less than a month to vacate--and one time we didn't even have a house to move into (Thanks Margie and Tim! We are still indebted to you for letting us live with you for a month!) but we wanted to sell our house so we got out.

Mental note: Do something to make crazy neighbor want to get out of their house quickly. Perhaps something along the lines of the Brady Bunch haunted house episode. Or something dumb dog related. Or offspring related. Or maybe I could just get schnockered and sit in a lawn chair on my front lawn wearing a tube top and cutoffs and sing really loudly. That would probably do it.

It's never good when your child is up in the night with bad dreams.

It's really not good when you have taken an Excedrin PM and your child comes into your room FIVE TIMES. This often leads to hissing unmentionable words not so under your breath.

It's never good when you have been to the grocery store and you can't think of anything to fix for dinner.

It's really not good when you have, for various reasons, had to go to the grocery store three days in a row and you still can't think of anything to fix for dinner so you wait for your husband to offer to buy fast food. Not that that happened around here. Last night. Ahem.

It's never good when you run out of wine.

It's really not good when you realize you didn't run out of wine, you just have three different bottles open that you forgot about. Nice. Lush.

It's never good when you see that someone has punctured the toothpaste tube.

It's really not good when you realize that that someone had used a pocketknife that your 12 year old swore he would guard with his life and then left sitting unguarded on the bathroom counter for just anyone --and by anyone I mean my 6 year old--to find and use to puncture the toothpaste tube.

It's never good when someone denies something obvious.

It's really not good when those someones happen to be your 12 and 6 year olds.

It's never good to drink too much soda.

It's really not good when you are on your second Diet Coke of the day and it's only 9 a.m.

It's never a good idea to keep writing when you've run out of things to say.

It's really not a good idea to keep writing when you've run out of things to say because you are avoiding doing other things. Like laundry. And cleaning up toothpaste globs from the bathroom counter.