Mind you, my title is done tongue in cheek. And I always appreciate humor! But the kind of day I am having makes me realize why the “best laid plans of mice and men” go astray.

I walk outside, with the kids, to put up all the sleds. And lo and behold! We have a outside hose tap that has either broke, or just plain defied the “frost free” guarantee put on it. I start to walk toward the access point under the house and BAM! I find myself knee deep into a unseen hole in the ground. All the heritage of our lovely beagle mix. I struggle free, move the door cover to the underbelly of the house, and see a nice juicy dead mouse. I proceed to the depths, and cannot find a water shutoff valve. I turn and leave, covering the door as I go.

I turn, and take the kids down to my dad's, so I can sweep off his car . This way he can go relieve his “cabin fever”. I walk into his house, and he is feeding my kids doughnuts right at their lunch time!

I swallow my ire, and head the troops back into their coats etc, and head back up to the house. The only phone message my hubby leaves me RE the water problem is the “ppppbllllttttttt” of Ye Olde Bilabial Fricative. I laugh, but am a bit peeved, because that wasn't helpful info. Indicative of the humor of the thing thus far, I will admit .After a few rounds of phone tag, I find the type of valve to shut the water off, and do so. And try to avoid the mice carcasses as I go.

Back into the house to hear “Can you come back down and find my wallet?I won't be going anywhere until I do”. All from my dad, and all at a very bad timing! He gets a call assuring him IF he looks for it, he will find it. Which he did. In the car I swept off!

Off to face the challenge of telling the kids “No flushing the toilets, or running water”. And explaining numerous times why. I fix lunch, peanut butter sandwiches. My dad calls while I am fixing their lunches, to tell me he could leave his house. At which point, I truly had little interest, and less sympathy!

So, at the cost of 2 pairs sweat pants very wet and sandy, my good coat likewise, our pump will not burn out. We will not have to drill a new well in winter,a very good thing! To think all of this began right after I told my complaining father “No good deed goes unpunished”.

Do I have humor? You bet I do! Will I laugh at all of this? Oh yes I will! I hope someone gets a chuckle out of my venting. It's not always the big things that grind us into the dust. A lot of times it's a compilation of little things launching at once. Retaining my negligible grasp of perkiness and positivity can be my challenge. It's where humor is my life boat. As long as I can laugh at myself, and the weird things that face me, I can do or be anything. I will use that humor to help me lose weight. I have the goal in sight, and if I can see it I can achieve it. Oh, please don't ask me what my thighs think of corduroy pants and Siamese twins ;)