It's been a while since we've played this game of good news-bad news - let's have a go shall we? It was just one of those days where by the late afternoon the misadventures were so abundant every new mishap became comical - so here we go...
Good News: it was a relaxing morning
Bad News: I was still in my pjs, with no makeup and violently wild hair when the doorbell rang at 10
Good News: I lost 7 pounds before Christmas
Bad News: that was Before Christmas
Good News: The van was cleaned out by the kids after the Christmas marathon
Bad news: This included my purse, which I always (rightly or wrongly) leave in the van
Good News: I went to Ikea yesterday
Bad News: I found out about the missing purse at this point
Good News: The new Port Mann toll bridge is lovely and reduces driving time to Ikea
Bad News: I still haven't received my TREO decal with the free trips to cross it.
Good News: Keaton loves his Momma so much that he came along for the trip to Ikea
More Good News: this meant we could take the HOV lane in
Bad News: Keaton gets car sick easily
Good News: He loved me enough to stay for our attempted return trip to Ikea
Bad News: he was car sick enough that he started barfing. A lot. Really. Really. ALOT.
Good News: Keaton likes homemade mac 'n cheese for lunch
Bad News: There is some gastrointestinal miracle of multiplication that happens with mac n cheese when it is barfed up. In the van. On a four year old.
Good News: I had a plastic bag to use as a barf bag
Bad news: Four year olds do a lot more barfing ON barf bags than IN them
Good News: It was only car sick, not flu sick.
Bad News: No barf is good barf. Especially when you have to clean it up.
Good News: I'm done talking about barf.
Bad News: It's not the end of the bad news.
Good News: Josh brought home pizza for supper
Bad News: Remember the whole weight loss thing? Yeah.
Good News: He gave me a big kiss and told me he loved me when he got home
Bad News: He told me I forgot to put on deodorant.
Good News: When someone tells you you need deodorant.
Bad News: When someone tells you you need deodorant.
Good News: I left again, solo this time, for Ikea
Bad News: It was now dark, and I was alone.
Good News: I got everything I needed at Ikea and it was super un-busy there. As much as I love people, I hate crowds, so this was awesome.
Bad News: I crossed the toll bridge twice each way today. What kind of idiot doesn't check for her purse when she gets in the van? I'll tell you what kind - the kind of person who also is terrified of stinking like b.o., but still manages to forget deodorant.
Good News: I picked up a bookshelf from Ikea
Bad News: I smushed the packaging putting it in the car and that included scraping up the flimsy backing board.
Good News: I made it through till bedtime without crying, and found the day, even the barf, somewhat amusing.
Bad News: Van barf, stinky armpits and violently messy hair are still bad news.
So there you have it. Good News - Bad News for 2013.
Don't worry, I'm still smiling.
And wearing deodorant.
Just thought I'd share.