Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk

…or water! 

Have you ever heard the much-used phrase “don’t cry over spilled milk?”

Well, it runs through my head fairly often.  And today I’m thankful that phrase came to mind when it did.

The morning started rough.  Actually, last night was rough.  The Little Stinker hasn’t slept well for a couple of nights, and last night he was awake and crying just about every hour.

He woke up this morning with a cold.  The kind where he sneezes and walks up to you with stuff hanging out of his nose and then wipes it on your leg.  Gross.

Then, we had to all get ready early this morning to make it to a dermatologist appointment for the Little Stinker.  This is not a pediatric dermatologist, so the fact that he and the Little Buddy were running around squealing and making all sorts of noises kind of stressed me out.  I tried to control them, and they were good for the most part.  But it was one of those appointments where you have to wait an hour just to finally see the doctor.  They would just unexpectedly get a burst of energy and noise.  Makes you wonder if you just look like a horrible mom who can’t control her kids, but honestly, I was almost too tired to care at that point!

So. we got home from that fiasco, and the Little Buddy was constantly asking for something while the Little Stinker was wiping his disgusting nose all over me.  Don’t get me wrong, I feel sorry for him and wish it was me who had the cold instead of him.  But I do not like stuff that comes out of noses.

THEN………..FINALLY……….I got them settled down, content, happy, quiet.  You know, the moment you’ve been longing for.  So, I warmed up the coffee that I didn’t have time to finish earlier that morning….

…then was going to do something back in the bedroom….when I hear the Little Buddy yell “Mommy, come here…..look what happened!!!”

So I walk to the kitchen and see that the Little Stinker had knocked over a glass of water all over the table.

Doesn’t sound so bad does it?  I mean, worse things happen all the time.

But, it was my last straw.  For me, at that moment of being dog-tired, dried snot on my clothes, not enough caffeine in me….I was about to lose it!

Then, the phrase “Don’t cry over spilled milk” entered my head.  And it made me smile.

How often do we just reach that “breaking point” and then realize that we have the wrong perspective on things.  I mean, good grief, it wasn’t even milk!  It was water! And it didn’t take very long to wipe up!

Next time one of those little annoyances happen (and maybe they’ve been building up), step back and see it for what it is.  And don’t cry over spilled milk!  Or spilled water.

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