Training Bras, Stress, Loving Children and Clowns

So over the past month I've been having a really difficult time, which means the last thing I wanted to do was sit and write a blog.  However, after several comments on how I "NEEDED" to "write a blog Mommy" I decided I had better do so!

Banana came home from Grammy's with a training bra on today.  Have I mentioned she is SIX?  This child doesn't NEED a training bra!  She refuses to take it off however.  So she is currently sleeping in her bed in her "bra and panties".  *sigh*

So, as I said, I've been having a difficult time this week.  The word "stress" doesn't quite do it justice.  I know I'm stressed because in the past week I've"

• Started the wash and forgot to put the laundry in
• Walked around the office for 10 minutes looking for my keys only to find them in my hand
• Put Bubba's laundry away in Banana's room and Banana's in mine
• Stood at the counter today lecturing everyone in the house about how my cell phone belongs to my work and whoever took it needs to find it IMMEDIATELY...only to look down and see it directly in front of me, on the charger
• Put the milk in the freezer and the ice cubes in the fridge
• Lost my coffee...also in my hand
• Walked around the house for an hour trying to figure out why my feet felt odd, only to discover I had two different slippers on...AND on the wrong feet.
• Put dog food in a bowl with milk and tried to feed it to Banana for breakfast

I've also cried in the past week...ALOT.  However, after coming home and complaining to Martin that I had been told that I was "rude and disrespectful" at work for keeping my boss waiting while I dealt with a crisis, Bubba states, "Whoever told you that is a complete idiot and doesn't know you at all!!" 

Banana, not to be outdone, asked if she had made me cry.  I told her she had not and that I had just had a really rough day at work.  She looked at me with all seriousness, hands on her little hips and says, "WHO needs a spanking??" 

I did receive a lovely bouquet of flowers this week from a former intern...which also made me cry, but not out of sadness.  Not happiness exactly either, but more relief that someone out there understands and supports me.  I know my *girls* at work support me, but it's still a nice reminder that I'm doing the right thing.  I forget sometimes that I can't save the world, I need those little reminders that what I'm doing is good.

Bubba has been grounded from the computer for quite some time and his attitude has improved greatly.  Several times a day he come out of his room simply to give me a hug and tell me he loves me.  I love him so much! He is such a great kid!

As for the title of Clowns.  When I was 5-ish, my mom came home with her first perm.  I remember very clearly crying and telling her she looked like a clown (I'm sorry Mom!!).  This story came to mind as I sat in the chair at the hair salon last week, getting my hair done "clown" style.  All I could think is, "after crying that my mom looked like a clown, here I sit...making myself look like a clown".  It actually came out nice.