I feel like that’s me lately.
If you follow my Facebook page you probably read that I lost my wedding ring set. Yes, the entire set. Engagement ring and band. I. Am. Devastated. It’s been about a week and half since it happened, but I still look for my rings every day, and I have yet to find them.
That same day I looked down at my promise ring my husband bought me 9 years ago. Guess what I saw? A stone missing. UGH!
Last week, a couple days after I lost my rings, I burned dinner. Like, all of it. Luckily my husband ate it anyway. But, I mean, come on! That was twice in about three days I screwed up royally.
Then, just yesterday, I was going in for a cute Instagram shot, right? Placed my Kindle and Starbucks cup, lined up the shot, snapped the pic, and…LOST MY BALANCE! And fell right into our GLASS table. Shattered not only the table, but my pride.
The worst part? Those are just a FEW examples of how many times I’ve screwed up. I’ve lost design files, deleted important documents, and have just been all over the place with everything.
I swear, my husband is a freakin’ saint because not once over the last week and a half has he complained or been upset over what’s happened. He shakes his head, gives me a hug, and tells me, “You’re a mess, but you’re my mess.”
And this, my friends, is why I write my boys the way I write them.
Anyway, today I’m going to try and not break or burn or lose anything and write a little more of Elliott and Carsen’s story.
P.S. The title of this blog is a quote from a show. Do you know which one?