The Not So Molly Mormon 5

So I have been thinking a lot lately about how to be grateful during our trials. As I went through my comedy of errors this morning, so pathetically funny that I could not make this stuff up, laughing manically as I tried to scour the filth of the morning from under my fingernails I found my positive. Your day has to be brighter after reading about mine... My four year old daughter Hadley woke us up this morning at 4:50am. Her normal wake up time is about 6am, but since daylight savings time didn't wreak enough havoc on our lives Sunday morning when we forgot to change our clocks, the 5am wake up call is a recurring theme in our home the past two days. My husband and I faked sleep for another hour with Hadley staring at the ceiling next to us and then grumbled out of bed at 6am. I was pouring my bowl of cornflakes and strawberries while Bobby did me a solid by taking the dog out before he went to work when he came in with a note and said, "Sara, there are cats on our front porch." Wha, wha, what? So, my parents have a slew of stray feral cats at their house that keep having litters of kitten that I thought we finally had under control. I had them all placed in homes several months ago and we were doing okay. One of the people that took two males had so thoughtfully brought back the kennel she borrowed from me and returned it with two four month old cats, both of them covered in urine and an adorned with the illegible note. Super way to start the day. I only knew who it was from by the kennel. As my husband sighed and left the building I opened the fridge to put the milk back up and poured a huge container of potato soup all over my feet. I thought the Great Dane, Lexie might enjoy the cleanup process so I let her out to work on the floor while I changed out of pajama pants and scoured the cabinets and counters and windows and doors. UPDATE: I started writing this post several years ago. I was so exhausted the day this happened that this was as far as I got. I thought about deleting it from my "drafts" but decided to put it on out there. Suffice it to stay the day continued on with me flying the Great Dane on the end of the least like a kite while I tried to wash poop from her body and then a neighbor telling me she thought a flock of geese was flying really low over our houses when I walked the kids around the corner to the bus stop and the same dog howled like her life depended on it. It was a good story. But this is reality. Even funny stories can't be told all of the time because in the midst of the almost painful humor there are tears and exhaustion and diaper changes and life. Writing is my most favorite thing to do besides life so thanks for reading. Until Next Time, The Not So Molly Mormon