Because the last few days have not gone well, at all. Amazingly, I still have my sparkling positive attitude and my Christmas cheer completely intact.
I'm trying though.
Yesterday, Sophia knocked down the Christmas tree, sending ornaments rolling into the kitchen and breaking the stand into smithereens. I had just come in from some back-breaking snow shoveling since the hour that Joel spent out there only managed to clear his side of the driveway and then he had to go to work. I was tired. I wanted to rest. I didn't want to deal with a broken Christmas tree.
So, I called Joel to buy a new stand and left the mess alone. Meanwhile, Sophia decided to take handfuls of chilling fudge out of the pans in the fridge and smear her peanut butter and jelly sandwich in her hair. Lucky for me, soon after her second bath of the day, she fell asleep on the couch looking all angelic and perfect, even after the havoc she had wrought earlier.
Today, I got into my van to start to deliver the aforementioned fudge. Keep in mind we got an awful lot of snow, and our roads are pure ice, not to mention the fact that the plow only did the main roads, leaving piles of snow barricading the side roads. Like the one I live on. In trying to maneuver myself through the barricade, the car slid on the ice and slipped into a very large mountain of snow and ice. I couldn't get out. It was freezing.
I called Joel, my knight in shining armor, to come save me again. Along with the guy having a cigarette across the street from where I was stuck, he pushed me out of the bank. But then the car wouldn't start no matter what we did. So we had to call a tow truck, and I went home and nobody got their fudge.
Turns out the snow bank I ran into broke the cable that shifts gears. Great. Even greater is the fact that nobody in Cedar City has the right part for my car, and they won't be able to get one until Tuesday. And the next day is Christmas Eve. So I may not have my car back until after Christmas. So we get to all squeeze into Joel's car if we have to go anywhere together....which, aside from church on Sunday, I'm going to try really hard not to do.
But my lovely niece came and saved the day. She went and got Sophie's carseat out of my van for us, and we all piled into her car (which gives me much hope that it won't be a huge deal in Joel's car either) and delivered some fudge and went to the store where I got my Christmas Spirit back shopping for a sub-for-Santa project. Besides, it could all be much worse, and I will thank my lucky stars that the entire transmission didn't fall out or something.
Life goes on, even for Murphy.
Now back to your regularly scheduled 12 Days of Christmas!